Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 4)

No Coat for This Poor Lamb

No coat for this poor lamb,
More threatened than the flocks of windswept field;
Wrapped in coarse swaddling bands
From all but humble shepherds still concealed.

Oh that such common cause
Between the lamb of God and new-born lambs
Should be made is a wonder
Unequalled since our history began.

No rest for this poor lamb,
As subject as the flock to custom's knife:
His suffering foretold,
The price of our intransigence his life.