Christ was born

Day of Christ’s birth – uncertain – one chance in 365 it

 was today. Month of Christ’s birth – uncertain – one

 chance in 12 it was today.

Christ was born – very certain – no chance taken, it’s in

 the Bible.  And in throngs of Christian hearts. 

– eab, 12/25/08

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SHEPHERD and LAMB

The lamb chops were finished, the skillet wiped clean

With bits of our biscuits leftover from lunch.

Each shepherd then had his own apple to munch,

(Zeb’s not a bad cook, if you know what I mean);

His work is cut out though, to feed such a bunch.

 

Some sat with their feet tucked up next to the fire,

While others stretched out on their backs looking up,

(Though one stood-by mulling the sips of his cup.)

The young shepherd sat by the main one, his sire,

And near them lay sheep dog and her trusted pup.

 

Another long evening, all quite and nice.

The sheep lay contented out there on the hill,

(Contentment’s it own dear reward to fulfill,)

A glance up showed stars, sky was full – make that twice.

Poor city folk don’t know these moments of still.

 

Ah – “still” did I say?  What’s this blast that I hear?

You’d think there was wind, but the limbs do not swing.

Noise, yes! Then bright light – “never saw such a thing!”

My eyes were a-blinking; what’s this in my ear?

Some beings are speaking, or do they not sing?

 

Behold – mere men, shepherds – hear heaven’s high voice.

We understand clearly its message to men,

God’s Son comes to save us from Adam’s old sin.

Our God sends Him down to earth – Sovereign Choice.

We shepherds believed – we’re so happy we’re “in.”

 

The Son – He’ll be also – a Shepherd “of sorts”?

Did we?  Do we rightly perceive this new thought?

How great; our God comes, Whom we always have sought.

He’s going to be like us, mere shepherds (less warts).

At what a high price is salvation thus bought!

 

And, would you believe us (for scholars we’re not),

This Son born inBethlehem, somehow’s a LAMB

And part of the God-Head, the ancient “I Am.”

In our way of thinking sheep are their own lot,

But He’ll be both Shepherd, and Sheep.  It’s no scam!

 

The next times we shepherds had mutton to eat,

We’d think of our night out near Bethlehem-town,

(Oh, glorious night when the angels came down.)

Chops always remained our own favorite meat,

But “LAMB,” to our thinking, is now a new Noun!

                – eab,12/3/11

 

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