By Sally Meyer (c) 1997 all rights reserved

            While shepherds careful vigil kept o'er lambs in fields of green.

            The sky took on a brilliant glow and lit the grassy scene.

            In dread they looked upon the star that rose anew that night.

            Then angels came to calm their fears and tell of the heavenly light.

            In word and song they shared the news of the babe who was their
            king.

            They sang of peace and love and joy, and the good will he would
            bring.

            The keepers of the flocks arose and followed the heavenly beam,

            But not to gleaming palace walls as it would surely seem.

            It led them to an earthen stall where cattle and goats were kept.

            And in the manger soft and warm, the little Jesus slept.

            Tears filled up their tired eyes and ran down wind burned cheeks.

            They had found the promised one, for whom the world still seeks.

            Though they were watchers of the flocks, tenders of lamb and ewe,

            He was the keeper of God's flock, HE was the shepherd true.

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