| Message | Lord your Bryce whom you adore, Is gone through fate and tragedy more, Who not far ago did with little feet, Run with joy and smile to greet, Be known or not would he so kind, Befriend them all whom he would find, He needs you now this little lamb, He’s gone who knows into sinking sand, We beseech you Lord to find him now, We know oh Lord only you know how. Bring him back to friendly arm, Who will keep him safe from all who harm, Shelter him from those who disgrace, And keep him warmly in your embrace. |