Wake Me Up

It's lambing season, and one of our neighbors has a flock of sheep.  Not long ago, we asked him if we could come see his lambs and their mothers.  Some were tiny--only a day old--and others were already growing into sturdy little lambs.  He has to bottle feed any that are rejected by their mothers or whose mothers do not have sufficient milk.  

You may notice in some of the photos the rubber bands around the lambs' tails.  The bands are placed there when the lambs are a week old.  A week later the tails either fall off or are dead and snipped off by the farmer, minimizing the pain.  This has to be done because otherwise the tails would become a real problem, covered with manure during the summer.  Many thanks to Rick and his family for the tour!

Wake Me Up

By Bethany Carson

Wake me up when spring gets here, A cold, lonely heart to cheer.

Say goodbye to winter's gale; Take a peaceful, quiet trail.

Wake me up when lambs are born, And fields are sown from first to last,
When cows and calves enjoy the corn, And munch on sweet, tender grass.

Wake me up when flowers bloom, To hear a bird's soft, sweet tune.

The day is coming, 'twill be soon; No longer shall I rest in the tomb.

Wake me up when the sun shines bright, When my Father is the Light.

Let me live in His grace, And in the glory of His face.

"As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: 
I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness."  --Psalm 17:5

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