A Shepherd Boys Story Poem by louis rams

oh little shepherd boys, the animals are in your keep
oh little shepherd boys, why do you weep?
you saw the star and the angels on high
with a choir behind them, filling the sky.

you saw baby JESUS laying in the manger
surrounded by three kings, who were total strangers.
you saw mother MARY with her face all aglow
you was in the presence of our savior,
of which you did know.

the kings had given HIM gifts of gold
frank incense and myrrh.
but you had none of these things which you could share.
so you picked up your flute and you started to play.
and to this tune, the angels did sway.

they danced in the sky, with such joy in their hearts
and of this 'you was a big part'.
so do not weep, but give thanks to GOD
for you was there from the start.

that glorious day you had become shepherds of men
and your will, they could not bend.
you was the last two apostles of which
they did not know.

you spoke to all that would listen of that beautiful night
of when you witnessed JESUS in his infancy of might.
you brought men to seek the apostles
for the story of CHRIST
and listening to them, their hearts would enlight.

you and your flute are in GODS kingdom now
and they dance to your heavenly sound.

praise to you little shepherd boys.