lamb of god. valley of the lamb. lambs are infant sheep. lamb is a delicacy in france. lambs are also used for thier skin and wool. lambs supposedly stink, although i have never been around a sheep farm. lambs make a noise called bleeting, probably pretty annoying. lambs are associated with innocence, and are predatory meals for wolves, associated with people who prey off weak and unsuspecting individuals. lambs are white, and probably grazers, although i dont know this to be fact. lamb is a noun, dont know where it originated. people who watch and care for these animals are known as shepards.
Collin
She sat on the pavement in the rain like a lost lamb, or something that had been wounded just to get there. She looked so bedraggled.
Only pure sweetness and love, the portrayal of innovence that everyone can recognize, Feel the soft, warm, fleece against your rough, calousy hands. You wish you were as sweet and pure as it but you are instead the lion that feeds upon the gentle creature.
Olivia
The lamb was so sad. It had lost it’s way. The way home. It no longer knew what to do or where to go. So the lamb sat and cried, and cried. Until it heard a call a call to come home. The lamb followed it and found that this was the best place to be.
Dalila Petrich
I’m reading The Secret Garden at the moment, and I cannot say how much I adore the story. Dickon’s lamb is so soft and sweet ; I guess it could symbolize how Mary and Colin are on the inside.
nerdywordybirdy
don’t call her “little lamb”, knowing she’s so young,
then whistle from across the road.
I will shove my car key into your mouth
and twist until your tongue is a sorry pulp.
The lamb will forever need the a girlfriend. Wool you date me he said. Wool you love me? It was a gamble for this gambling lamb. You have goat to be kidding me. ba
In Ireland I ate the most disgusting Indian food. After I downed my glass of wine on an empty stomach and pretended to poke at my lamb, I got drunk at the table with my best friends family. I let the wine fill me up. Whoops. Even the smell of it makes me want to vomit. Gross.
Maddie Haftel
Direction into connection: it all takes me back to the first I time I witnessed birth. Out in a meadow at the bottom of a hill, surrounded by an orchard, the dogs had spooked the sheep. And it was there, abandoned in the grass, that I’d found the lamb. Bloody with afterbirth, I carried it back to its mother. It had been my fault the dogs got excited and chased the herd, so it was my responsibility to set things right.
It ends well. This memory of mine as the mother was eager to rekindled the bond once her babe was returned.
Mary had a little lamb, and its’ fleece was white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
Isn’t that the truth. I raised lambs when I was growing up, and they do follow you everywhere. And they baa like crazy. The most difficult part was taking them for walks; they would walk me more than I could walk them!
Mary had a little lamb. That is one of Ava’s favorite songs. She also really likes her stuffed lamb. I am going to miss Ava like crazy when I leave for Colorado. I wish I had the money and resources to take care of her there. Ava is like my little lamb. So dependent, innocent, cuddly.
Janell
Mary had a little lamb his fleece as white as snow. I don’t like the way lamb tastes. I get them confused with sheep sometimes. They are cute though. Wait, lambs are baby sheep, correct? I don’t even know. Is that acceptable? They’re soft and white. I love baby animals so much. I want to go to a farm and play with piglets and calves and lambs.
Michelle Butchko
the lamb is innocent
the lamb is white
the lamb is soft
the lamb is symbolic
the lamb is defenseless
the lamb turns the other cheek
the lamb is fluffy
Jesus is the lamb of God
the lamb is forgiving
my friend’s sister is called lamby
she had a stuffed animal of a lamb
Ximena
Lamb is tasty. I love the touch of a tender flesh, and the bloody taste on my pallet. Its quite nice, and appetite fulfilling.
Once upon a time, there lived a lamb. This lamb had run away from a farm when she was young, and now lived her life on the edge of a bustling village. Normally, lambs prefer open meadows and the like, but this lamb found the humans nearby comforting. The only reason she h
Alisha
She was a sweet and innocent child. Everyone knew and adored her but along the way something happened to change her. Everyone goes through dark times in their lives, but it was evident that she had been through more than one storm.
The first, and quite terrible word that comes to mind is an adjective: delicious. Considering that lamb is generally symbolic of a Christian believer such as I, perhaps I should hold more reverence for the term.
there once was a soft little lamb in the land of minecraft and i killed it for some wool with my diamond enchanted sword and armour :) then i dyed it purple because thats my favourite colour.
SkyHIgh
Am I a lamb
Who ambles along with the herd
Guided by the shepherds
Who free me of the grief of decision?
Am I lion
Who stalks the grassy fields
And stains the white coats of wool Red
With scarlet dripping from my teeth?
Or am I the Shepherd
Waving my staff of tree’s limb
Guiding the horde to the closed corral
Wearing not a woolen sweater?
jesus innocent cute pure warm farm life love healing warmth
joseph
Mary had a little lamb little lamb little lamb who’s fleece was white as snow!
And every where that Mary went Mary went her sheep? Was sure to go? Any way family outing management classes!
tiffany cabrera
am I?
I think
I am.
So timid, expecting every new person to be a predator
and so willingly following after whoever I think is the protector.
Those labels change more than I like. Sometimes I’m the wolf
with a lamb’s smile
and I know it.
Ceej
On some days I feel like I’m slowly being led to slaughter…it ‘s a gradual process. It’s not where I’m heading but where life seems to be taking me. I feel small and unprotected from the greater forces that that are dragging me forward….
betty
A quiet field of swaying grass, dotted with wildflowers. A woman, beautiful and fair, lays sleeping in the sunlight. She blinks, awakening in the sun. The sky is porcelain blue and the air is crisp.
we used to go to the bank to feed some sheep and there were those adorable lambs, do you remember? do you also remember the storm we went out into, where our car was almost blown away with us? were we stood on the bank leaning against the wind, screaming because we felt so damn free?
i remember
i remember you
and you are on the other side of the globe
without me
do you remember?
My best friend has that last name, she’s very beautiful and I love her a lot. Lambs are soft and fuzzy like a cloud.
Mackenzie
Lamb to the slaughter. A little lamb. So helpless and pathetic and just needing to be taken care of. Not pathetic, just gentle. Underestimated. Under appreciated. So delicate and helpless. And so precious.
There they graze
In fields of green,
Unsuspectingly,
In wait for their day.
The day when they are lead
In line like soldiers
To the shack of their final day.
Lambs for Slaughter.
there was a lamb on the other side of the fence, i could see it was hurt. my friends called out to me, apparently i was lagging behind. i could see the farmer coming out of the barn with an axe.
Maf
Their dog, all cute, white and fluffy, looked more like a lamb, and there on the streets of Seoul he began to look alarmingly like dinner.
I looked up, and there was the lamb I had heard about since life. He was bloody and bruised, but held a high place of power in that place. Around him were clouds and fire, coexisting beautifully and violently.
Annelise Walker
The lion may be loud but the lamp is the one who suffers quietly. She has a coat of curls like rumpled cream, whirled to peaks and eddies, glowing. But she is destined for the milk-white plate, for little fork spears that glow silver in the orange light of evening restaurants. She suffers, and the lion roars.
lamb of god. valley of the lamb. lambs are infant sheep. lamb is a delicacy in france. lambs are also used for thier skin and wool. lambs supposedly stink, although i have never been around a sheep farm. lambs make a noise called bleeting, probably pretty annoying. lambs are associated with innocence, and are predatory meals for wolves, associated with people who prey off weak and unsuspecting individuals. lambs are white, and probably grazers, although i dont know this to be fact. lamb is a noun, dont know where it originated. people who watch and care for these animals are known as shepards.
She sat on the pavement in the rain like a lost lamb, or something that had been wounded just to get there. She looked so bedraggled.
Only pure sweetness and love, the portrayal of innovence that everyone can recognize, Feel the soft, warm, fleece against your rough, calousy hands. You wish you were as sweet and pure as it but you are instead the lion that feeds upon the gentle creature.
The lamb was so sad. It had lost it’s way. The way home. It no longer knew what to do or where to go. So the lamb sat and cried, and cried. Until it heard a call a call to come home. The lamb followed it and found that this was the best place to be.
I’m reading The Secret Garden at the moment, and I cannot say how much I adore the story. Dickon’s lamb is so soft and sweet ; I guess it could symbolize how Mary and Colin are on the inside.
don’t call her “little lamb”, knowing she’s so young,
then whistle from across the road.
I will shove my car key into your mouth
and twist until your tongue is a sorry pulp.
The lamb will forever need the a girlfriend. Wool you date me he said. Wool you love me? It was a gamble for this gambling lamb. You have goat to be kidding me. ba
Jesus is the Lamb of God!
In Ireland I ate the most disgusting Indian food. After I downed my glass of wine on an empty stomach and pretended to poke at my lamb, I got drunk at the table with my best friends family. I let the wine fill me up. Whoops. Even the smell of it makes me want to vomit. Gross.
Direction into connection: it all takes me back to the first I time I witnessed birth. Out in a meadow at the bottom of a hill, surrounded by an orchard, the dogs had spooked the sheep. And it was there, abandoned in the grass, that I’d found the lamb. Bloody with afterbirth, I carried it back to its mother. It had been my fault the dogs got excited and chased the herd, so it was my responsibility to set things right.
It ends well. This memory of mine as the mother was eager to rekindled the bond once her babe was returned.
Pure. Innocent. Simplicity. Peacefulness.
Mary had a little lamb, and its’ fleece was white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
Isn’t that the truth. I raised lambs when I was growing up, and they do follow you everywhere. And they baa like crazy. The most difficult part was taking them for walks; they would walk me more than I could walk them!
Mary had a little lamb. That is one of Ava’s favorite songs. She also really likes her stuffed lamb. I am going to miss Ava like crazy when I leave for Colorado. I wish I had the money and resources to take care of her there. Ava is like my little lamb. So dependent, innocent, cuddly.
Mary had a little lamb his fleece as white as snow. I don’t like the way lamb tastes. I get them confused with sheep sometimes. They are cute though. Wait, lambs are baby sheep, correct? I don’t even know. Is that acceptable? They’re soft and white. I love baby animals so much. I want to go to a farm and play with piglets and calves and lambs.
the lamb is innocent
the lamb is white
the lamb is soft
the lamb is symbolic
the lamb is defenseless
the lamb turns the other cheek
the lamb is fluffy
Jesus is the lamb of God
the lamb is forgiving
my friend’s sister is called lamby
she had a stuffed animal of a lamb
Lamb is tasty. I love the touch of a tender flesh, and the bloody taste on my pallet. Its quite nice, and appetite fulfilling.
Mary had a little lamb.
Kids used to know these nursery rhymes.
They were universal.
But now these rhymes would not be politically correct.
soft and fleshy like an inner thigh… red meat, suckling child, birth canals… blooming skin and raw.
There is a lamb, I love to see her. She is oh so soft, and her company is all thats needed when I wait outside my porch with my cup of tea.
Once upon a time, there lived a lamb. This lamb had run away from a farm when she was young, and now lived her life on the edge of a bustling village. Normally, lambs prefer open meadows and the like, but this lamb found the humans nearby comforting. The only reason she h
She was a sweet and innocent child. Everyone knew and adored her but along the way something happened to change her. Everyone goes through dark times in their lives, but it was evident that she had been through more than one storm.
The first, and quite terrible word that comes to mind is an adjective: delicious. Considering that lamb is generally symbolic of a Christian believer such as I, perhaps I should hold more reverence for the term.
there once was a soft little lamb in the land of minecraft and i killed it for some wool with my diamond enchanted sword and armour :) then i dyed it purple because thats my favourite colour.
Am I a lamb
Who ambles along with the herd
Guided by the shepherds
Who free me of the grief of decision?
Am I lion
Who stalks the grassy fields
And stains the white coats of wool Red
With scarlet dripping from my teeth?
Or am I the Shepherd
Waving my staff of tree’s limb
Guiding the horde to the closed corral
Wearing not a woolen sweater?
jesus innocent cute pure warm farm life love healing warmth
Mary had a little lamb little lamb little lamb who’s fleece was white as snow!
And every where that Mary went Mary went her sheep? Was sure to go? Any way family outing management classes!
am I?
I think
I am.
So timid, expecting every new person to be a predator
and so willingly following after whoever I think is the protector.
Those labels change more than I like. Sometimes I’m the wolf
with a lamb’s smile
and I know it.
On some days I feel like I’m slowly being led to slaughter…it ‘s a gradual process. It’s not where I’m heading but where life seems to be taking me. I feel small and unprotected from the greater forces that that are dragging me forward….
A quiet field of swaying grass, dotted with wildflowers. A woman, beautiful and fair, lays sleeping in the sunlight. She blinks, awakening in the sun. The sky is porcelain blue and the air is crisp.
She went in like a lamb and came out like a lion. A bloody, barely living lion. But still the queen of the jungle.
we used to go to the bank to feed some sheep and there were those adorable lambs, do you remember? do you also remember the storm we went out into, where our car was almost blown away with us? were we stood on the bank leaning against the wind, screaming because we felt so damn free?
i remember
i remember you
and you are on the other side of the globe
without me
do you remember?
My best friend has that last name, she’s very beautiful and I love her a lot. Lambs are soft and fuzzy like a cloud.
Lamb to the slaughter. A little lamb. So helpless and pathetic and just needing to be taken care of. Not pathetic, just gentle. Underestimated. Under appreciated. So delicate and helpless. And so precious.
There they graze
In fields of green,
Unsuspectingly,
In wait for their day.
The day when they are lead
In line like soldiers
To the shack of their final day.
Lambs for Slaughter.
there was a lamb on the other side of the fence, i could see it was hurt. my friends called out to me, apparently i was lagging behind. i could see the farmer coming out of the barn with an axe.
Their dog, all cute, white and fluffy, looked more like a lamb, and there on the streets of Seoul he began to look alarmingly like dinner.
I looked up, and there was the lamb I had heard about since life. He was bloody and bruised, but held a high place of power in that place. Around him were clouds and fire, coexisting beautifully and violently.
The lion may be loud but the lamp is the one who suffers quietly. She has a coat of curls like rumpled cream, whirled to peaks and eddies, glowing. But she is destined for the milk-white plate, for little fork spears that glow silver in the orange light of evening restaurants. She suffers, and the lion roars.
marry had a little lamb…what about “schweigen der lämmer”, with antony hopkins and jodie foster. don’t know the original titel now.
The lamb meat was succulent and tender, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a better meal, even his own mothers cooking paled in comparison.