The poorest of
the flock
herders
stopped to
worship at
that stall,
Each loving
and adoring;
each praising
Him, one and
all.
The animals
all surrounded
that Baby in
the hay,
Keeping him
warm and
sheltered, in
their own
loving way.
Not a
frightened
whimper. Not a
tear or hungry
cry
Was heard from
Gentle Jesus,
not even a
shuttered
sigh.
He knew why He
was
present...knew
why He had
come.
He was our
Salvation...the
Father's Only
Son.
