The Song of Haste

The Song of Haste
by Mr Whipple

Haste was born a bummer lamb two thousand years ago
Who came to find within his heart the Christ child for to know

He’d lost his flock and all his friends by trying to think things through
He missed the path his shepherd laid, lost flock and family true.

And on that night of nights divine when Angels came to sing
With blazing harps and golden horns and silver bells to ring

They told the shepherd to go with haste to find the newborn king
Without delay he took his crook and all his precious things

So he picked up the bummer lamb and put him round his neck
And started down to Bethlehem, a long and weary trek

They only knew the town to search and in a manger plain
They searched and searched and thought and tried and looked all night in vain

Then in his heart Haste knew the place, he didn’t think a thing
He led the shepherd straight away and found the tiny King

They knelt and prayed with humble voices praising God for Grace
And found the Christ, the Son of God in a most unlikely place

His heart had told him where to look and where the Christ was found
He didn’t have to use his head for God’s mercies to abound

And aren’t we all just bummer lambs all lost and gone astray
And if we look within our hearts we’ll find the Christ some day