THE SHEPHERDESS

I wandered in the Holy Land
When spring was in the air.
I heard a shepherdess singing,
A sweet plaintive song.

It drifted over the mountain
Down the pasture to the sea.
It was as if she was telling a story
As she sang it again and again.

It told how she went to the manger
And saw the child asleep in the hay,
She knew who He was as she looked,
And all fears and hate fell away.

Then his little eyes were open
And he looked into her soul,
And He promised with no words
She would not die till he came again.

She would not grow old or weary,
Her faith would carry her through.
She would tell people of Jesus
All her long life through.

You could not doubt her word
As it floated across the air,
For it penetrated the heart
As she tended her little herd.

I came and sat at her side,
Her eyes were as clear as the sky.
She smiled, then told me the tale
Again of how she’d never die.

I saw him as a baby then as a man,
I saw Him heal the sick and lame,
I heard all his teachings sweet,
And I learned of what I am.

We talked the whole night through
That sweet shepherdess and me,
And now I know my Saviour
And I know He loves me to.

M Ann Margetson Dec 1 1998 ©