3 result(s) for Christmas Shepherd Poems.
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Glory on the Hillside
The night lay still on the sleeping fields,
Where shepherds watched their flocks in the cold,
When sudden light unfolded the sky
And heaven's voices rose, bold and old.
The hills caught up the song they heard,
Tossing it soft from ridge to vale,
Until the stars themselves seemed stirred
To hear the news of the holy tale.
No trumpet blared, no drum was struck,
Yet every sheep lifted its head,
As angels sang of a child brought forth
In a manger bed, in a humble stead.
The shepherds rose and left their fold,
Hearts running ahead of their feet,
Following the echo of that golden hymn
Down paths of silver, cold and sweet.
Winter Fold
Beneath the hush of a silver moon,
the sheep bleat soft as drifting snow,
and frost lies sparkling on the dune
where shepherds wait for the star to glow.
My crook rests warm against my hand,
the hills are cloaked in quiet white,
and every voice across the land
sings low for the holy night.
So keep your watch, my faithful flock,
the world is still, the air is clear;
for somewhere past the frozen rock,
a newborn light is drawing near.
Glow Beneath the Star
The hills lay hushed beneath the night,
Where shepherds huddled close and tight,
Their campfire crackling, warm and bright,
Against the cold, unending white.
One told of angels, wings of gold,
Who sang of news both strange and old:
A child is born, the sky has told,
A king lies sleeping in the fold.
The embers leapt as hearts grew wide,
Each man resolved to walk with pride
To Bethlehem, where starlight guide
Led on the road the wise had tried.
So through the dark the glow still burns,
And every shepherd's heart still learns
That wonder comes where humbleness turns,
And miracles light the path that yearns.
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