A Little Lamb

 

 

I may not be much

For I am just a lamb

But Jesus identified with me

In salvation’s plan.

 

In that manger scene

I was very present

And I watched his father Joseph

Over him bent.

 

None shoo me away

On that eventful night

When into that animal stable

Came the Light.

 

Born of a virgin

In dire circumstances,

Regarding a manger birth of a king

What are the chances?

 

None I would suppose

But I witnessed it all,

Yes, that “King of kings” baby boy

Was the Son of God.

 

The animals all stood

Like they understood

That in the presence of Royalty

They also should.

 

I humbly stood too

Though just a little lamb

For that remarkable nativity scene

Was a wonderful plan.

 

 

 

Right there, was the Lamb

That would be slain

And it was for this very purpose

That he came.

 

The lamb of God

That takes away sin!

I was there in that manger scene

To see it begin.

 

Just a little lamb

Not as a sacrificial offering

But as a most unlikely invited guest

To watch grace unfolding.

 

God’s grace unfolding

In the advent of His Son

In time to fulfill a certain animal type

Of which I was one.

 

The spotless lamb

That takes away the sin

Of every single repentant sinner

That comes to him.

 

Stewart Russell © December 17, 2025