Monday, May 19, 2008
On the Hillside that Night
(In the Crowd)
My sheep, grazing in the pasture
on that hillside that night,
along with the others
watching the horizon,
the shadows for predators,
for robbers, for danger
A light so bright, it hurt my eyes
angels descending,
appearing from heaven
singing the most beautiful music
I have ever heard
Singing praises for a savior,
our messiah, finally appearing
down in Bethlehem,
lying in a manger
Boy did we run, to see that sight,
forgetting about the sheep
on the hillside that night
May 19, 2008
Luke 2:8-18
My sheep, grazing in the pasture
on that hillside that night,
along with the others
watching the horizon,
the shadows for predators,
for robbers, for danger
A light so bright, it hurt my eyes
angels descending,
appearing from heaven
singing the most beautiful music
I have ever heard
Singing praises for a savior,
our messiah, finally appearing
down in Bethlehem,
lying in a manger
Boy did we run, to see that sight,
forgetting about the sheep
on the hillside that night
May 19, 2008
Luke 2:8-18
Labels: angels, Bethlehem, Christmas, eyes, Faith, in the crowd, Luke, Messiah, Methodist, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, savior, sheep, shepherd, sight, sing
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