Touched Lamb

She looked in the mirror and began to scoff.
The little girl washed but shame didn’t clean off.
Enveloped in fear like sheered fleece on a lamb,
Her soul was shaved naked her innocence to damn.
Her bleat for help remained unheard.
People judged her tail absurd.
For many years her soul made dust,
Torturing memories she couldn’t trust.
Then without any cause she remembered her curse.
Wool stained by touch, what could be worse?
But in the midst of her despair,
She heard a voice that made her aware.
With her through the touch of shame,
Feeling her pain as if He were the same,
Was another Lamb who bled and died.
His love was so awesome she could not hide.
She was transformed by His beckoning call.
Though present the weight of her pain came to fall.
She knew at once that her despair,
The Redeemer would transformed into grace she could share.