Blood of the Lamb

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

One summer day, it rained and the creeks did rise
The water came up and took a little boy
His father paced the banks searching for his son
All the people came and dragged the creek and found his body

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

There was a girl in the prime of her blushing years
And after lunch one day her heart just stopped
And the doctors said it was something they couldn’t explain
All the people cried and her mother, her mother well, she just didn’t understand

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

There was a disease we thought was just for old men
It doesn’t discriminate, your hair fell out
Your parents watched you suffer, everyone knew the end
All the people prayed for a miracle and you died

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

The blood of the innocent flows like a mighty river
All the people sang Amazing Grace

Judgement