A Shepherd’s Story

The night, the air, were filled with joy

As angels sang among the heav’ns;

I stood before a newborn boy:

Who was this wondrous child there giv’n?

We’d left our flocks out in the fields,

And answered heralds’ sounding call;

They cried, “Emmanuel has come!”

He lay in lowly cattle stall.

We crept into the manger cold;

But for straw his bed was bare.

Is this the One they wrote of old;

Could this be our Messiah – there?

To Bethlehem he was to come,

And it is here he rests his head;

Near you, O great Jerusalem,

In Ephrathah the prophet said.

It is fulfilled! He’s come to us:

God with us now, O Israel!

The shepherd here beholds his birth,

With ox, and ass, and Gabriel!

What mystery this that I might see

The passing of this holy hour;

A child, the Savior come for me:

O Lord, be mine, for I am yours.

Merry Christmas!

Michael Denham

Author: expositionalvision

Michael Denham has served many years as Director of Music Ministries at The National Presbyterian Church in Washington, DC.

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