I was thinking about the shepherds today.
They were fearless.
Think about it.
Guarding a walking, bleating meat locker from wolves, bears, and lions in often total darkness with a STICK!
Yet they were terrified by the angels, and awed by the Christ child. This thought formed a poem in my mind.
The Christ child:
Fearless shepherds are awed by Him.
Wise men acknowledge their ignorance before Him.
Intimidators are terrified by Him.
The lost find their way by Him.
The hopeless find hope in Him.
The captives are delivered by Him.
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