Mary had a little Lamb,
He washed me white as snow,
These sins He cleanses from my life,
In Calvary’s crimson flow.
…
He leads me along this narrow path,
By His Word, His Truth, His Life,
Though I stumble over my own feet,
I have faith amongst this strife,
For He alone is victory,
I rest beneath His wings,
He purchased me at Calvary,
And it’s life to me He brings.
His grace is overwhelming,
It is not what I’ve earned,
For without Him, I’m bound for hell,
Yes, this is what I’ve learned.
Harold J. Ballinger 