Out in the fields, we all are.
Wait- a light appeared in the sky!
I’m falling on my back and now I’m stuck.
Scared I’ll be made into pie.
Wait what? The lights are…singing!
I feel fuzzy all over.
What is this they say?
The Messiah is here and we are chosen?
They must be pulling the wool over out eyes!
But look- we’re leaving post haste!
My shepherds seem to believe these lights-
They don’t seem to have a moment to waste!
Hey, someone turned me right side up-
must catch up.
We’re nearly there, I’m nearly done.
Here we are, in a stable.
I need some food!- wait! There’s something in the hay!
Why is there a baby in this feeding trough?
Could the lights have been right? Is today the day?
I have left my flock for this babe-
I think I now know why.
This baby, as the lights told us,
is going to save all mankind.