A Christmas Tale of Joy

The little shepherd boy looked afar
under the bright shining star.
Beams of moonlight lit up the stable.
He ran to it as fast as he was able.

Inside he heard a babies cries.
light from inside was too bright for his eyes.
He was afraid, what was this gleaming?
Am I awake or am I dreaming?

He walked in quietly to view the scene
A little baby boy was in the hay
With Ox and Ass the child did lay.
It was special this he knew
He was not sure what he should do.

Standing over he offered his hand.
The child it seemed to understand.
Touching his fingers a special shine
filled his spirit with joy divine.

Warm and soft like angels down
The happiest feeling he had ever known.
All his troubles fell away.
He found the answer he found his way.

Kneeling before the new born king.
Tears of joy fell as his heart did sing.
Mother Mary said he gave you his love.
And the keys to his mansions up above.

When old and tired and you see your last light
The doors to heaven will open that night.
The boy grew up to be the kindest of men
He wished to see the King again