Behold the lamb
The lamb which is to be slain
Not twelve days hence bore I
This lamb upon my shoulder
Mud and sweat leaching past my brow
The lamb’s wool matted and bloody
Father did not need bid me seek
I gladly left the ninety and nine
In the safety of the shelt’ring fold
While I went in search of the stray
I pushed through brambles upon the scarp
My feet trod well past the narrow path
I clutched at shrubs to grasp the nape
While my brother drank with whores
And when I returned I cried aloud
Found is the sheep who thrice was lost
I shared my joy with the household slaves
Yea, for the the third time in as many days
And now the stubborn lamb for which I toiled
Shall preparèd be for feasting
A savory meal for the honored guest
My brother returned from his debauch
I have counted the cost of obedience
It is a burden I simply cannot bear
Lord, what must I do to be saved?
What does the good news say to you?
Love your enemy, and pray for those who persecute you. I have done all these things.
Even the godless man may find it in his heart to forgive a stranger, enemy though he be. What credit is it to you if you do the same?
How then can I be saved?
Forgive your brother, on whom the Father lavishes so much mercy. For the brother you begrudge and despise may be your greatest enemy.