The Lamb

Early this evening as I was leaving my office at the church, I got word that a dear little girl in the congregation who had battled cancer for several years had gone home to be with Jesus. Driving home in the dark, the full moon seemed to shine out echoes of many tears this night from those touched by this fresh grief. May God bless each one; as the psalmist says, "Put all my tears in your bottle! Are they not in your book?"  

This beautiful poem by William Blake, set by contemporary composer John Tavener, helps me to frame thoughts about this sweet child's life and pray for her family this evening. Sung by the Choir of King's College. . .


            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!

Words: William Blake / Music: John Tavener

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