THE LITTLE BLACK SHEEP
1955

In the Bible we read of the little stray sheep -
The only one out of a hundred;
The shepherd corralled his good ninety and nine,
Then searched for the wee one that blundered.

In my little school I have thirty, aged five,
Who could almost wear halos and wings;
But there's one little demon - a black sheep indeed,
Who does such abom'nable things.

In anger, resentment, we said, "Throw him out!
And only the good children keep."
But I hear a low voice - the good Shepherd's

Command:
"Search out and retrieve my lost sheep."

Florence B. Taylor


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