A little lamb that’s blessed by God
Meanders by a shaded boy.
The church rings out with singing
And children’s souls feel joy.
But then a tiger burning bright
Devours the child as he cries.
The church is filled with orphans.
The chim’ney sweeper dies.
While innocence is on one hand,
Experience seems much more real.
For life is never simple.
Some wounds will never heal.
But innocence is not the same
As ignorance’s hollow shell.
For though there is a Tiger,
There’s still a Lamb as well.
The man who only sees the worst
Is ignorant—more than the rest.
Denying all life’s goodness,
He misses what is best.
There is no need to lose our faith
For soon an angel with a key
Will lock away our trials
And set our spirits free.
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