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My name is Rachel. Little Lamb. I hated my name for a long time, because who wants to be named after a farm animal? But then, when I was a senior in High School, I had to analyze this poem, and ironically at the same time was singing the words set to music in my voice lessons. And then my name came to mean SO MUCH to me.
“The Lamb” by William BlakeLittle 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!
So my NEW name is the same name, the name the Lord audibly told my mother I would be. It just means something new to me.
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