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The Shepherd's Story
There were shepherds sitting through the night
Watching their sheep in the soft starlight,
When all of a sudden the dark turned bright,
And the poor, humble shepherds quaked with fright.
They fell, with their faces to the ground,
Until they heard a joyful sound.
"Fear not!" said the angel in the midst of light,
As his voice rang out in the quiet night.
"For unto you is born this day"
In a little city not far away,
A Savior, born as a tiny babe,
Creator of all. Mighty to save.
He is laid in a manger filled with hay,
And we all have cause to rejoice today!
And the shepherds, strong men, and faithful all,
Felt joyful tears at the angel's call.
And suddenly a host of angels sang,
And the joy of the night through the meadows rang.
Then slowly the light began to dim,
As the angels went away from them,
And the shepherds were left in the soft starlight,
To ponder the message given them that night.
But they did not stop to ponder long.
They gathered supplies, and soon were gone.
Joyfully following the Christmas star
To Bethlehem, which was no too far.
And there with reverence and quiet awe
They knelt, and the Savior of all they saw.
And joyful tears escaped again,
As they prayed in thanks, and worshiped Him.
And as morning light began to come,
The shepherds went to tell everyone.
