Classic Poem

He stood before the church of God,
A sweet young child, and fair,
A holy light was on his face,
And on his golden hair.

Alone he stood — one little lamb
We offered up that day,
It was the firstling of the flock
That on the altar lay.

He listened to the solemn creed,
And meekly bowed his head,
And in the pause, I heard a voice,
" I do, " it calmly said.

We entered into covenant,
The little child, and I,
It seemed but yesterday that he
A helpless babe did lie.

We sat together at the feast,
He took the bread and wine;
At the great marriage supper, Lord,
Receive both me and mine.