“Through Shepherd’s Eyes”, a Christmas poem

Beneath the stars, so vast, so deep,

We kept our watch, no thought of sleep.

The chill of night wrapped earth in still,

As sheep lay grazing on the hill.

The hum of life, the croak of frogs,

The distant bark of village dogs.

Our staff in hand, we stood our ground,

Protecting flocks where none were found.

Judea’s hills were rough, unkind,

But home for men of humble mind.

Our place was low, our calling plain—

To guard the sheep through night and rain.

But on this night, no common thing,

The heavens stirred, began to sing.

A blazing light split through the air,

And we fell trembling, unaware.

An angel stood, his form like fire,

His voice resounding, rising higher:

“Fear not,” he said, “I bring you peace,

Good news of joy that will not cease!

And here’s the sign for you to see:

The Child in cloth, in humility.”

The skies then filled, their praises soared,

With countless hosts who praised the Lord:

“Glory to God,” the angels sang,

“And peace on earth where His love reigns!”

The hills were lit with Heaven’s glow,

Our hearts alive with joy to know.

The message clear, we could not stay—

We left our sheep, and made our way.

Through rocky paths and quiet streets,

To Bethlehem, where mercy meets.

No palace grand, no royal gleam,

Yet what we found fulfilled the dream:

A stable worn, a manger bare,

The King of Kings was resting there.

His mother knelt, her eyes serene,

Beside her, Joseph, calm and keen.

The Child asleep, His form so small,

Yet here was born the Lord of all.

This tiny babe, so meek, so mild,

Would bear the weight of sin defiled.

For though He came in gentle birth,

His purpose reached beyond the earth.

The angel’s song still filled our ears—

Not only hope, but joy and tears.

This King was born for Calvary,

To die, to rise, to set us free.

For in His hands, one day would be

The nails that bought eternity.

The manger lay before the cross,

A shadow hinting at the cost.

We bowed our heads, our hearts undone,

Before the Christ, the Holy One.

No throne, no crown, no royal hall,

Yet there He lay, the Lord of all.

The Scriptures spoke of this great plan—

God’s love revealed to every man.

To crush the curse, redeem the lost,

The child was born to bear the cross.

We left that place with hearts aflame,

Proclaiming Christ, His holy name.

The Shepherd King, born low, not high,

The Lamb of God, born but to die.

Back to our hills, the morning near,

The stars began to disappear.

Yet in our souls His light remained—

A love eternal, unrestrained.

Through hills and plains, His name we sung,

The song of angels on our tongue.

For unto us, this truth we’d bring:

The Savior died to rise as King.

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The story of the shepherds reminds us of God’s profound love—a Savior born not in splendor, but in humility, to take on the weight of our sin and give us life eternal. Jesus came into the world to die for you, to rise again, and to invite you into a relationship with Him.

Just as the shepherds left everything to seek the Savior, we too are called to respond. Will you leave behind the distractions of this world to draw near to Christ? Will you share the good news with those around you, just as the shepherds proclaimed His glory?

This Christmas, let the manger and the cross remind you of God’s perfect plan—His birth, His sacrifice, and His resurrection. Bow your heart before the King of Kings. Accept His love, walk in His grace, and proclaim the joy of His salvation.

The Lamb of God was born to die so that you might live. How will you respond to such a gift?