We pressed our faces to the gra**
Eyes to earth, but found no shade.
Such blinding light was not the sun
Seized with fear but not to run
A fear that made our fears afraid.
"Do not, do not be afraid
Today is born the Lord your Savior
Don't look in a prince's nursery
But in the barn where cattle feed
Peace on whom HE favors."
We left our flocks to tend themselves
And ran all night how far, how fast!
He called us past hotels and bars
Shepherds, wise men, even stars
Back to...himself...again...at last.
Is this the long expected one,
The one in whom we must believe?
Can this be Israel's future King,
The one that made the angels sing?
Will he ever be received?