A Grandfather's Story

We were there that night, my son, 

  a night just like every night,

   the sheep were all settled down,

    the embers were mostly gone,

      old Benjamin a' snoring,

        Jonas out there on watch,

         the rest of us hunting sleep

while sitting around, watching.

A dark night it was, my boy,

  the moon somewhere out of sight,

    suddenly came a warm wind

      sending hot fire in the air,

        lighting again the dark sky

         just before the angel came,

          with hundreds more all around

we shepherds fell to the ground.

Still we heard their words, my child,

  about a boy born that night

   in the town of Bethlehem.

    We stood, looked at one another

      and without a word we went,

       moving quietly, but with haste

       to see one named Messiah,

in the city of David.

 

Forget not these words, my son.

  A Savior was born that night

   Who forever changed my life,

    by forgiving me of my sins,

     making in me someone new,

      all because we left those sheep

       alone in the field that night

and saw God's own Son, Jesus.