Shepherd of Shepherds (verse)
Brunini, John Gilland
Shepherd of Shepherds This minor mystery of the winter morn, This star, this silver light that leads To Bethlehem, this earthward trail of God man-born, O shepherds see! See not the ultimate...
...O sing...
...You are His sheep, and He the Shepherd King...
...You are the soil and He the Sower of seed...
...Peace, peace...
...Hear not The shouted scorn beyond Gethsemane...
...Learn, O shepherds, lorn on chill and stubble hills, The Word flesh-born, the quickening melody That bursts upon the many-shuttered night, and fills The crannied rocks with echoed joy...
...See not the ultimate thorn, The flail, the lance, the nail, the eternal tree...
...John Gilland Brunini...
...Kneel, kneel upon the scoured stable floor, The ox, the ass, the bleating lamb, the sheep, Shall share your awe before the manger throne...
...And when the mighty carols cease Your covenanted hour, O shepherds keep, For now again the Woman and the serpent meet, Now Michael's hosts adore the Son of Man...
...You are the lonely, you the meek, and He Exalter of the lowly heart...
Vol. 11 • December 1929 • No. 7
