“Shepherd,” New Era, Dec. 1975, 50


    Come, little hills of Nazareth,

    and slopes of Galilee,

    and lilting waves and drifting birds

    that crown the fishers’ sea

    to hail with April’s glory

    Him who made the blind to see.

    Spring has crept in across the land;

    the colts and calves press near,

    voicing their newness,

    asking for warmth

    in the half-winter, half-spring year

    alive with wind and the song of life

    where He made the deaf

    to hear.

    And out on the hills

    a shepherd walks alone

    among the sheep,

    for the chilly winds of lambing time

    would stir them from their sleep;

    in the home of the Master Shepherd

    he would the night watch keep.

    Oh, Shepherd kind,

    be not gone far

    for the nights chill now,

    as then.

    Bless our eyes with sight,

    our ears to hear

    past the hollower shouts of men;

    and strengthen our arms

    to lift each other out

    of the tombs again.