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The Shepherds


by C. K Widmayer

Evening comes; sheep safely in the fold.
Shepherds settle, as in the days of old.
Heat of day turns to pleasant cool.
Dark of night displays a radiant pool
Stars that shine, and twinkle bright on high—
God’s handiwork, amid expanse of sky.

When suddenly, a brightness lights the night.
The shepherds quake and tremble, full of fright.
What is this light, where night appears as day?
Silently, they watch with great dismay.
And then, an Angel speaks to calm their fears.
“I have good news; my message, oh so dear.
Today, today, a Savior has been born.
He is Messiah, the One to be adored.”

“You’ll find this child upon a manger bed,
Wrapped in cloth, where animals are fed.
In the town of David, will He be.”
(The one destined to die upon a tree.)
For all mankind, the joyous message rings.
Spread the news. He’s born the King of Kings.
A heavenly host, with praises fills the air.
“Glory to the One Who is Most Fair.
Peace on earth, good will to men,” they sing.
Shepherds depart to see this glorious thing.

The shepherds left their flocks alone that night.
They wanted to behold the wondrous sight,
Announced to them by the Angel from on high.
They found the babe; in the manger He did lie.
They shared the news announced to them with joy—
Proclaimed about the babe, sweet Mary’s boy.
And quietly, Mary pondered in her heart.
She kept her hopes and fears for her own part.

The shepherds are back to tending sheep,
But now, it is impossible to sleep.
The news entrusted safely to their care—
This message—a message singly rare,
A long-awaited promise now fulfilled.
Hopes and dreams renewed, restored, instilled.
Nothing outward changed in life just yet.
But inwardly, every promise now is met.
A King, the long-awaited one, has come.
God’s perfect plan for victory just begun.

Plain Wrappings


The package wasn’t pretty,
Tied with ribbon or with bows—
No decorative, shiny paper
Where the light reflects and glows—
Just a simple, plain brown wrapping
Covered what was held inside,
But my son stretched out his arms to me
And give the gift with pride.
For his little hands had crafted something special just for me,
And I knew it didn’t matter what it was, for I could see
The love that emanated from his shining, little face—
A love that was the treasure that I never could replace.

The package wasn’t pretty.
In fact, it was quite plain.
No kingly crib or royal robes
Were used the night He came.
Just a stall and simple manger bed
The night of His Royal birth.
Nothing there to indicate
The Gift’s incomparable worth.
The Son born to the world that night
Set aside His Kingly mien
To come and save mankind from sin
To heal and make them clean.
Just a simple swaddling cloth contained
The Gift that was held inside.
A Son whose arms stretched out for me
As on a cross He died.
He was the Gift I needed
To redeem my sin-filled soul,
To restore me to His family,
To save and make me whole.
So I took the Gift He offered,
Love shining from His face.
I received His love, forgiveness,
And His truly amazing grace.
For His gift was personally crafted especially for me
And I know it matters more than any other gift I see.
For the love that’s emanating from His glorious, shining face
Is a love that is a treasure that I never can replace.

So celebrate the Christ child
And receive the best Gift ever.
Eternal life, forgiveness,
And a home with Him forever.

The Evergreen


I came upon an Evergreen
Its branches stark and bare.
Its edges sharp and prickly,
Poking out everywhere.
Its trunk somewhat misshapen;
Its needles parched and pale
Its roots all bound and withered
Neither hearty, whole, nor hale.
Fading, failing, lifeless
Without love or care.
I took it home to love it,
An opportunity rare.

I propped it in a bucket
And helped it stand upright.
Its branches scraped and bit me;
It put up quite a fight.
A strong and firm foundation
Was needed at the base,
To help rebuild its shape and form—
To bring it back to grace.
I warmed it and I fed it;
I watered it and more,
I offered it my time and help
So it could be restored.

It slowly started trusting.
Letting down its guard.
But next I had to prune it;
A task that proved quite hard.
Branches required trimming
To even out its look—
Snipping, clipping, cutting
All of these it took.
It cried and pleaded, “Stop it.”
But boldly I kept on.
I knew exactly where to cut
Each part, each branch, each frond.

But finally I was finished
With the hard but needful task.
The time had come to lavish love
And let my new tree bask
In love and care and nourishment
And all things being new.
The time had come to bestow gifts,
Many, not a few.
To restore the radiant beauty
That’s lost without the Source.
Without the Giver of the Life
The tree wandered off course.

So I opened up my treasures
And began to trim my tree
To show the world my love for him
To make him glow for me.
I started with some garland
Gold and twinkling bright.
I added light to help him shine
A beacon in the night.
Some ornaments of red and green,
Some beads of gossamer white,
And on the top an angel
To give him added height.

And then, The Lord, He whispered,
“You see what you have done?”
You’ve modeled what I’ve done for you
By giving you My Son.
My child, you are rooted
Grafted in the Vine;
You shine MY LIGHT through all the world
And let them know you’re mine.
Your tree will be a symbol
Of life restored, reborn
A reminder of the birth of Christ
That long ago Christmas morn.”

The Rest of the Christmas Story (Luke 2:25-35)



Just a baby in a manger

Holy, precious heavenly child

Born in humble, poor surroundings.

First born Son so meek and mild.

Nearby shepherds hear the story

Told by angels, joyous news.

Born to you this day a Savior,

Resting now with cows and ewes.

Swaddling clothes, a sign of glory.

Angels sing, their voices raise.

Shepherds seek in haste to find Him,

Share the news and give God praise.

Mary ponders all their sayings,

Weighing thoughts within her heart.

Joseph’s quiet strength beside her,

Silent presence from the start.

Came the time for dedication.

Jesus was the baby’s name.

To Jerusalem they brought Him,

He, who’d later suffer shame.

Now there was a man named Simeon,

Righteous and devout was he,

Looking for the hope of Israel,

Promised death he would not see

‘Til the Christ, the Lord’s Anointed

Had been held within his arms.

And when Simeon held the baby,

At the moment safe from harm,

He revealed the Child’s appointed

Destiny—a Light to bring

Glory to God’s people Israel,

Salvation through a promised King.

Though an earthly King they looked for,

God had planned another way.

“And a sword will pierce your own soul,”

Mary heard old Simeon say.

And a prophetess named Anna

At the temple day and night

Offered thanks to God for Jesus,

Israel’s redemption now in sight.

Little baby, news so joyous.

The Messiah, promised King

In a manger, His life started

Born to reign, the angels sing.

But a coming shadow lingers

Prophets of His future told.

Destined death to save His people

To return them to the fold.

As we linger at the manger

Celebrating Jesus’ birth

Let us not forget the shadow

Of the cross—this baby’s worth.

Not to weep or moan in sadness

But to multiply our joy.

Saved by grace because He suffered—

Holy, precious baby boy.

Until next time,