Dud or Not!

This poem: The Lamb, by William Blake was my favorite poem, as a child. Back then, it's significance was not as profound to me, as it is today. Today, as it came to mind, I know that God still speak through the words of men. Yet, if I were to take this as a personal message to me, I can say, it is not enough that I'm his creation. What would be the point? Would it be to show me his failures, mediocreness or greatness? Who wants to survive while others live? I know that I do not! Anyone that have a better quality of life can believe that I should be grateful or satisfied with whatever he has given me. I wonder how many of those would have done what I did.

God alone can answer the question as to why he created me. I challenge him to show the world precisely that. That he is deserving of the title of “Father.”, to me.


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 wooly 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.



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