DECEMBER 2009

 

 

                               from the

                     Stewardship Column

                    The Little Shepherd

 

         

 

 

 Once upon a time

  In a land so far away,

  There lived a little shepherd boy

 Who tended sheep the live- long day.

 

His only rest came at night

When he’d lay down his weary head.

Then he’d gaze up at the darkened sky

As he lay upon his bed.

 

He knew the starry heavens

Were a gift from God above.

He’d been taught about the Father

And how He shared His love.

 

So on one special night

When the little boy looked high,

He wasn’t too surprised

To see lights flash in the sky.

 

But—OH!—it was so much more

Than stars giving off their glow.

Something was burning the sky

Lighting everything here below!

 

He saw a choir of beings,

Angels?—could they be?!

So shining & so bright,

It sent him to his knees.

 

One special voice rang out,

“Be not afraid,” it said.

And the tremors left his body;

He felt at peace instead.

 

The small shepherd and his friends

Then heard a glorious sound.

Angelic harps and voices

Sang God’s praises all around.

 

The angel told the shepherds

To go to Beth’lem’s stable,

To leave their wooley flocks,

To go as quick as they were able.

 

There they’d see a miracle,

A babe so very small;

But, a holy gift from God

Who was sent to save them all.

 

 

 

The heavens then turned dark,

No more glory in the skies.

The little boy looked around.

Could he believe his eyes?!

 

“Let’s Go!” , he called out.

“Let’s go my friends and kin.

 Let’s go see this holy baby.

 Let’s find this stable he’s in!”

 

So, off they quickly hurried,

Leaving flocks on hilly crests.

Only the small shepherd

Carried a lamb upon his chest.

 

They followed a bright star

Thru streets narrow and small,

Then came to a stable

And -- quietly - -tiptoed to the stall.

 

And there in a manger,

With only straw for a bed,

Lay this beautiful child,

His mother’s hand upon his head.

 

So, this was the Savior

God had promised for so long?

He didn’t look like a King.

He did not seem very strong.

 

But, the shepherd boy believed

What the holy angel had said.

So he placed his little lamb

Near the baby’s humble head.

 

The boy didn’t have incense,

precious gold or a pearl.

But, he gave the small savior

All he had in this whole world.

 

Would that we be like the boy

And give God all we own,

Lay our time, talents and treasures

Upon His heavenly throne.

 

Let us then add our praises

To those the shepherd boy sung

Upon looking at the Christ Child,

“God Bless Us Everyone!”

 

Merry Christmas!!!

Sandy Rosene

Stewardship Team