“the Lamb”

I adore this little smocked dress. The symbolism or imagery or irony or fact of God’s children as sheep never ceases to amaze me. I grew up listening to sheep stories my father told, and it still gets me, every-time. Needless to say, when I found this little dress, Mallory had to have it.

Perhaps the only literature I read in collage that spoke to me was this William Blake poem. It seems to fit my lamb theme today.

The Lamb

Poem lyrics of The Lamb by William Blake.

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!