Shepherds

O what a night so clear and still. Uncanny still, the shepherds said,
Like calm before a storm:
They stood and watched expectantly
As if in search of harm.
When lo! a light appeared and grew
And searched them from the sky.
The beam shone down, they fell in fear!
The light took form and spoke these words,
"Fear not, for news I bring,
In Bethlehem torn is born this night
A King, a Prince of Peace, go seek
And find him, rise I say.
The Saviour of the world awaits
To greet you ere 'tis day."
Midst toil and tribulation?
Midst torture, war and pain?
Could such a One accomplish peace


Shepherds

When man had failed so long?
The light was gone, the shepherds rose
And in a daze they saw
A light, a star, beckon from afar,
They followed close and lo! they came
To a cave set in a hill, the
Light it stopped, and in they gazed
And saw, 0 wondrous sight!
The Holy Babe in manger laid,
And Mary, Joseph, Ox and Ass
All bending low as if before a throne.
The shepherds knelt, though simple men
They sensed this night so rare,
That they were chosen thus to view
And gain a peace within.
O that we, like them could hope
And see Peace in our time.


Sheila Jakobsson