Docile sheep dotted Bethlehemís hillside,
Shepherds abiding, watching with care.
These creatures preserved for Passoverís Temple,
Unknowing, they frolic, no need to beware.
At nightfall the twinkling stars in the heavens,
Joined ranks with the moon, in lighting the earth.
When lo! in the heavens, an angelic chorus,
Proclaimed to the shepherds, a new Saviorís birth.
The herders, excited, they hastened to see Him,
A bleating of lambs, joined the angels in song.
The slumbering night, awakíning with glory.
A heralded praise to whom praises belong.
One little lamb caught up in the melee,
Chased after the shepherds, to Davidís small town.
With eyes on his master, sojourned to a stable,
Cattle and donkeys and other lambs Ďround.
Burly and brawny, the Shepherds pushed forward,
Longing to see whom the angels foretold,
Bowing before, this Promise of ancients,
Fulfillment of prophícy, told, long, long ago
The lamb nudged to see who caused the commotion,
An infant asleep; not yet Herodís scorn.
The stable alive with Godís radiant glory.
Maryís sweet Lamb, our substitute born.
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