They watch and tend their flock of sheep. They guide and show their paths to keep. They were kinda known as low class until they viewed this looking glass. And little did they know that night the Majesty's birth beneath the light It shown so bright, it shown with might, the sheep even grasped this awesome sight. The shepherds' lips sang songs with joy, announced the birth of the little boy. Their flocks were bleating all in rhyme as glory seeped this era time. And we still celebrate this birth on Christmas Day throughout the earth. This boy child who laid on the hay came to save us on Christmas Day. ©Carol Dee Meeks 2006 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail 2007 Senior Poet Laureate of New Mexico

  While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night
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