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Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Shepherd's Story

They told me there was a baby who was also born a king
But he didn't have a palace or a home or anything
His mother was barely legal; and his father, I'm not sure
He was laying in a manger, not some royal architecture...

I decided within my being that I would venture off to see
This baby and his parents and this awesome mystery
But I hadn't a thing to give him, nothing suited for a king
I wondered to myself: what kind of gift I could ever bring

So I looked around my belongings and also among my sheep
I looked inside my bedding: I had some treasures there I'd keep
But nothing I could find would ever be found fitting for a King
So I decided to bring myself and  I would humbly try to sing

I've been told that I'm quite a singer and I sing throughout the day
As I'm pasturing all my father's sheep, I am singing along the way
There's not a thing I enjoy more truly, than a beautifully written song
They call me the singing shepherd; this is what helps me get along.

Once I had found that homely stable: an unlikely favored place
I couldn't  even believe my eyes for it was such a tiny space
His mother and his father, both of them, were close to the burning fire
And the babe, He was so  radiant: that the whole scene did inspire

I cleared my throat while trembling and I started out with a bow
But the mother kept me standing up: I felt appreciated some how
I sang to him of the starry nights and of the pastures I would tend
And sang to Him of the blessings of God that would never seem to end

As I was finishing my melody and making ready to bend my knee
There was such an aura of light that I could hardly even see
I looked about that humble place: of animals, parents, and King
And realized in that moment that the Heavens were touching everything

I stayed for quite awhile there but then I had to bid farewell
I knew that they had liked my gift; this  I could simply tell
I wasn't even wanting to leave them there; but I really had to go
For I heard a voice inside of me saying:  sing about what you know..

So I'm just one of the shepherd boys who happened along that day
And I was one who created a song though I didn't have words to say
I simply would sing out  my findings to everyone I would chance to see
And that is how I helped to spread the news about the Christmas Mystery


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