THE SHEPHERD SPEAKS
Out of the midnight sky a great dawn broke,
And a voice singing flooded us with song.
In David’s city was He born, it sang,
A Saviour, Christ the Lord. Then while I sat
Shivering with the thrill of that great cry,
A mighty choir a thousandfold more sweet
Suddenly sang, Glory to God, and Peace —
Peace on the earth; my heart, almost unnerved
By that swift loveliness, would hardly beat.
Speechless we waited till the accustomed night
Gave us no promise more of sweet surprise;
Then scrambling to our feet, without a word
We started through the fields to find the Child. John Erskine
To view this resource, log in or sign up for a subscription plan
We are sorry that this resource was not useful for you!
Help us improve this resource!
Tell us how we can improve this content?