Out in the fields,
Among the flocks,
Shepherds rest,
Upon some rocks.
Up in the air,
A sound is heard,
Angels sing,
About the Birth.
In Bethlehem,
In a stable-bed,
The King has come,
His Blood to shed.
Among the sheep,
And cattle lay,
This little King,
Upon the hay.
Around Him were,
His mother, dear,
And Joseph, too,
Is standing here.
By God’s command,
The shepherds came,
To see God’s Son,
And hear His Name.
To worship Him,
The Son of God,
Those shepherds bowed,
Upon the sod.
To God they praised,
Those shepherd men,
For what they saw,
Had never been.
Throughout the land,
They made it known,
Messiah had come,
To Redeem His Own.
About these things,
Mary was amazed,
And pondered them,
While cattle grazed.
For everyone,
From sin to save,
God sent His Son,
To Free Sin’s Slaves.
On this joyous day,
Let us proclaim,
The Son of God,
And praise His Name.
Out in the fields,
Others heard,
Only sound and noise,
Not any words.
For they had not,
The Messiah sought,
Only concerned,
With their earthly lot.
Out in the fields,
Among the flocks,
Shepherds rest,
Upon some rocks.
Up in the air,
The sound is heard,
The angels sing,
About His Birth!
By D. Ray Perdue, Jr.
© Copyright 2006 Ray Perdue. December 21, 2006.