When I was in Catholic school, my sixth grade class wrote a poem based on the poem “Mary had a little lamb.” We changed it to be about a different Mary and a different Lamb with this picture as inspiration. I finally finished typing it up in honor of one of the twelve classmate’s birthday. Enjoy!
Mary Had A Little Lamb
By the Immaculate Heart of Mary School 6th grade class of 2004-2005
Mary had a little Lamb
His Heart was meek and mild,
And everywhere that Mary went
She took her Little Child.
When forty days had come to pass
All from His holy birth
They hastened to the temple fast-
The holiest place on earth.
And there they met a saintly man,
A holy woman, too,
Who there a prophecy began:
“A sword shall pierce you through.”
Then next they fled from Herod’s rule
Across the desert sand.
Riding on a lowly mule
She bore her precious Lamb.
And when the time had come to go
Back to the Holy Land,
‘Twas an angel let them know
It was the Lord’s command.
For twelve short years she watched Him grow
From infant small to boy
A mother’s loving care did show,
With unsurpassing joy.
The Three went to Jerusalem
To celebrate the Pasch
For three long days she lost her Lamb
But found Him safe at last.
The years sped by so rapidly
For Mary and her Lamb
She said goodbye heroically
When Public Life began.
She knew the world His love would spurn-
Now no more a Lamb-
From Lamb to Shepherd He did turn:
When He gave Himself to man.
He chose twelve men of Palestine
To teach the world the truth
He knew that He had not much time
To make all souls like new.
He told them how to love Him more
And their neighbor too;
He taught both people rich and poor
And showed them what to do
He cured the sick and helped the lame;
He drove the devils out;
He made the blind to see again-
Still evil men did doubt.
Some people sought to make Him King;
He fled their worldly ways.
Hosanna to Him they did sing
And to Him gave all praise.
On the holy Paschal night
The Apostles came to sup,
Then ‘twas the Lamb who broke the bread
And passed around the cup.
Soon the Agony began
He took with Him the three
Now prayed He not as God but Man:
“Father, take this cup from Me.”
“Not My will but Thine be done,”
In meekness did He pray,
The sins of men were paid by One
When He would die next day.
All the Apostles fled away
When soldiers did appear.
Judas with a kiss betrayed
The Lamb we hold so dear.
His hands the soldiers came and bound;
They jeered and made cruel sport.
He uttered not a single sound
As they dragged Him to the court.
Look at Him, the King of Kings,
Scourged and spat upon!
Vile cursing through the air did ring;
His beauty was all gone.
And so the leaders turned Him out
And at Him mocked and jeered
He struggled on so desperately
‘Til Mary did appear.
He met that mother on the road
To gruesome Calvary
She helped to carry all His load
And shared His misery.
While the people laughed to see
Him struggle up the path
He climbed the mount so patiently
With the cross upon His back.
They ripped the garments off that back
Like a lamb that has been sheered!
They made Him stretch upon the rack-
Our Redemption cost so dear!
So bravely ‘neath the cross she stood,
That Mother Mary mild,
And Jesus asked her all He could
In making me her child.
At last the Lamb was slain for all
The dreadful sins of men,
Repaired at last the Primal Fall
And Heaven opened again.
His friends approached and took Him down
From the bloody cross
They laid Him in His mother’s arms
And she gazed upon her loss.
That Mother’s heart was filled with woe
As she held Him once again
For Mary loved the Lamb you know
But gave Him up for men.
Long years ago she’d held her Son
And offered up her Child.
Now the Battle had been won
God gave her back her lamb so mild.
They wrap Him in white linen,
In the sepulchre He lies,
As she sadly looks upon Him
And the tears fall from her eyes.
As at His holy midnight birth
In a strangers cave He lay
He purchased for us peace on earth
As did the angels say.
All had thought that He was gone
But His mother knew
After three long days were done
He would rise and be like new.
And then in three days He did rise
All radiant and bright
It was in this way He did show
His glory and His might.
The Paschal Lamb did first appear
To His mother fair
She embraced her Son so dear-
Her joy could not compare.
So by the prophecy which foretold
“A sword shall pierce you through”
Was crushed the serpents head of old-
The prophecies came true.
Mary had a little Lamb
His heart was meek and mild
He suffered, died, and rose again
And still remains her Child.