Why Christmas Carols? (Little Lamb, who made thee?)

You can hear a beautiful recording here.

Picture a child in a field. Gently playing in the tall grass as the wind over the plains tosses his soft, golden hair. Quietly singing a song with tune and words as fresh as his eyes flit from tree to stone to frog to sky. He runs, tumbling down the side of a hill, laughing and giggling, covered in grass. He spies a lamb, wandered from the flock farther away. For a moment, the nature of his play and the dancing thoughts of his mind converge. And, running his hands through the soft, white coat of the young sheep, he begins to speak:

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade 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 thee a Lamb,
We are called by His Name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

~ by sholander on December 19, 2007.