leaning on his shepherd's crook.
Worried thoughts passed through his head--
--a family with a lack of bread,
a dirty floor to lay his bed,
a wayward brother gone astray,
he hadn't got much sleep today.
The sheep he tended grazed and lolled
without worry, around they sprawled.
He watched them. Protected them.
They knew him, and he knew each one.
He stood, wishing life could be so simple
as trusting that someone greater than he
was watching and protecting his own family.
When suddenly, off in the distance,
a light began to blossom
from dark to light, a glorious sight,
the shepherd watched in awe.
A messenger, sent from not too far
bearing good, and welcomed,
tidings of great joy.
Finally, we are gathered as sheep.
We know our Shepherd,
and He knows us each.
We are watched. We are protected.
Good tidings, oh world--oh, what great joy!
For we are safe within His fold.
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