SONG OF BETHLEHEM
I was a shepherd on that star-filled night
In Bethlehem. I thought of long ago . . .
I thought of brave Naomi taking flight
From Moab’s land, of Ruth who chose to know
A stranger’s lot — a royal daughter, she.
“Entreat me not to leave thee,” she had said,
“Thy people shall be mine — so let it be.”
Humbly she gleaned the fields, and there she wed
Boaz, and there she bore him a son./And from this line came David. In these hills
He roamed and played, and fought at last and won,
Ah, Memories — my heart with rapture fills
For here of David’s family Christ was born
And Alleluias rang from night till morn!
Yes, I a shepherd on that holy night
In Bethlehem, saw the bright, whirling star
Shatter the darkness like a shaft of light,
Shedding great gleams…
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