O mother dear, I’d like to be
A lamb in Jesus’ fold;
To look to Him who died for me,
With love that grows not cold.
But I am very changeful oft,
And disobedient too;
And when I think to be so good,
My wicked heart peeps through.
Each morning, in my little way,
I say, “I wish, O Lord,
To give my life to Thee today;
Please guide me by Thy Word.”
But when in school I sit each day,
My little friends all round,
I smile at them, and talk, and play,
And ignorant am found.
And even when at home with you,
Impatience oft I show;
To darling little brother, too.
Unkind I am, I know.
O! how then, mother, can I be
A lamb in Jesus’ fold?
To follow Him who loveth me
With love that grows not cold?”
“My child, He loves you It is true
Your heart is full of sin;
And He would have you learn that you
Can find no good within.
But He for you has died. He came
From that bright home in heaven
That you might trust His precious name,
And know your sins forgiven.
And thus you may rejoice to be
A lamb in Jesus’ fold;
An ever-faithful Shepherd He,
Whose love will ne’er grow cold.”
ML 09/01/1940