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