Behold my lambs, Father,
So dear and priceless are they!
They break my tender heart
When from me they stray.
I willingly carried my cross
To Golgotha’s hill,
I would do it again
If it would keep them with me still.
I will bring home each lamb
Who are willing to follow
And those who stray
I will keep in my sorrow.
-
Cathryne
Allen
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