Little lamb she got out
Out of briars and thorns
Her wool was all stuck
Until she got shorn
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Little Lamb Freed
Little lamb she got out
Out of briars and thorns
Her wool was all stuck
Until she got shorn
Loosed of the hot wool
That dead heavy stuff
Now lamby is dancing
On a path that's not rough
Her path is glistening
Full of flowers and green
Lit up by the Son
By truths recently seen
Not see with the naked eye
But seen by the heart
The heart knows the truth
And where one must start