A Sunday School Nursery Rhyme

Mary had a little Lamb
His soul was white as snow.
And everywhere the Lamb would preach
The crowds were sure to go.

They followed him to synagogue
Or gathered on a hill,
They heard him speak the Word of God
And couldn’t get their fill.

But then he broke the Sabbath
Which was against the rule.
The Pharisees all turned on him
And said he was a fool.

Some people kept on loving him
But others were not sure
And even with his miracles
They weren’t sure he was pure.

They finally arrested him
And asked him who he was.
He said he was the Son of God
And that set off a buzz.

They shouted, “Crucify him!”
His blood was sure to flow
They knocked him down and beat him up
This Lamb of God we know.

They finally nailed him to a tree
His suffering was intense
They shouted obscene things at him
The whole thing made no sense.

He died upon that wooden cross
He died for you and me.
The holy Lamb was sacrificed
For all the world to see.

But then a wondrous thing took place
He rose up from the grave.
The Lamb was dead, but now alive
His purpose was to save.

He comes to live within each one
Who chooses him to save.
He’s always there – he never leaves
A gift from God to have.

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