The Lamb

The lamb has been straying for a while now
I wonder where the northern star hides,
You seem to strike down harsh
The lamb stumbles a little but continues its march.
Sacred and lost are two words webbing around
Shouldn’t the guiding hand be outstretched by now?
Is there no way to pull the lamb back into sunshine without letting it drown tonight?
Is there not a sweeter, a gentler way to carry it back without tying those knots?
I need not rebuke
I need not lightning and thunder
I am hanging on by a fragile string
Its time you walked in, it’s time you heard the lamb’s silent rings
I want not the string to split but it is beginning to wither
I am trying hard to let you not fade but am getting bitter day by day
If salvation is what I need and if salvation is what you promised
Why is there a halt in the deliverance?
I worry I will be swallowed in a thousand black kisses
And all that will remain is a puddle of mistakes, not one hit but only misses
My will needs direction; it needs power to withstand the quicksand
Make not an example out of it the lamb has suffered enough
It’s a long way ahead; you know it will be rough,
So Sweep in
Sweep in, now
Its time you raise me in thy angle wings