I don’t begrudge the merchant class enticing us and teasin’.
Or entertaining specials to remind us of the season
When families gather to renew their lives with love professing,
And recognize the birth of Christ as mankind’s greatest blessing.
We each can count those private times amidst the frantic whirring
For me it comes on Christmas morn, before the house is stirring.
I slip myself out to the barn to feed the cows and collie
The horses, too, and break the ice, beyond the boughs of holly.
I do the chores, like everyday. That’s part of country livin’.
It is the shepherd’s greatest gift, the privilege we are given
To tend the flock, on constant watch, as keepers we’re made liable
And charged with the dominion of, according to the Bible.
And so we do our duty first before the celebration
Like other occupations who stand guard and the serve the nation;
The ones who make the coffee at the homeless mission hall,
Policemen, nurses, EMTs, the linemen, all on call.
‘Cause they are their brother’s keeper as directed from above
As are farmers with our animals, as well as those we love.
Is it just some basic instinct or is caring something learned?
Where began the need to give beyond primordial concern?
To help without coercion, no promise of reward,
My friend, the answer is simple: it’s by example, from the Lord.
When you get that funny feeling that somebody’s watching you,
Yer right, He’s watching over you. See, Jesus is a shepherd too.