Our Shepherd Poem by Rebecca Navarre

A Christmas child, born onto us, so gentle and mild.
Born to Mary and Joseph, in a manger filled of straw,
this image God himself did draw. Born amongst angels,
shepherds, and animals, to gift to us, miracles so impossible,
so unfathomable. Born underneath the brightest star, but
the light of his heart, would touch so many more by far.
Born to be the savoir of all, this is his meaning, this is his
call. To share his Fathers love, so we may be with him, and
share in the glories of above. What he suffered, and what he
felt, when in tears, and prayers, he knelt. (Yet) , when they
rolled away that stone, he reassured us, we wouldn't ever
be alone. Oh, the beauty of his soul, is beyond anything we,
could ever know. (And all this) , just so he could hold us, and
love us so! ..