So beautiful! So dear!
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Little Lamb, who made you?
Do you know who made you?
Gave you life, and bid you feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave you clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolsy, bright;
Gave you such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made you?
Do you know who made you?
Little Lamb, I’ll tell you,
I’ll tell you:
He is called by your name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and you a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless you!
God bless you!
The poet is saying:
Innocence itself is a manifestation of the divine.
Not something we earn. Not something we learn.
Something we are before the world complicates us.
The poem says that the essence of God is innocence, and that innocence lives in every gentle creature—including us.
The real message is:
When you see the divine in something, the only true response is blessing.
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