A Child's Prayer Poem by Edward Steinhardt

Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Stay with me a little while;
Let the sorrows in my keep
Bury in Thy whitened fleece.

Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Trusting, loving, not beguiled;
Crossing rapid waters start
The tender beatings of Thine heart.

Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Thou dost judge the rank and file;
The pauper-poor and princely-rich,
Through eyes of righteous amethyst.

Gentle Lamb, O so mild,
Stay with me this little while;
Let the sorrows in my keep
Bury in Thy whitened fleece.