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Mary's Treasure

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The Good Shepherd

The shepherds made plans to go shout out the word

In streets of the city until all had heard

The glorious fulfillment of prophesies told

Passed down through the ages of God’s love so bold.

A man pressed a small piece of wood in my hand,

Just part of his shepherd’s crook, splintered and tan.

He asked me to keep it, foretelling my son

Would be the Good Shepherd whose grace overruns.

With scents in the stable of cool earthy loam

No wonder my baby King seemed right at home. 

The wood chip points out to this little lost sheep

In peace He provides me green pastures for sleep.