Lord, you cared so much for the shepherds
You sent the good news first to them;
Before the kings and the Wise Men,
So you might just speak again.

To some other humble herdsman
Out there on the range abiding;
A brilliant star, and angel choir,
Proclaiming "Peace!" "Glad Tidings!"

The shepherds were common people
Who slept in the fields near their flocks;
Their clothes may be dirty and ragged,
And rugged and rough their talk.

So Lord, I needn't apologize
For my appearance or my words;
I know you're right here beside me,
And it seems that I've just heard..

The shepherds hastening, excited
Extolling the star they had seen;
A baby born in a manger,
Not to some great king or a queen.

But to people who do the menial tasks
That housewives and carpenters do;
And farmers and desk clerks and waitresses,
Just people like me and you.

But famous rich men brought presents
Which should prove what I know to be true;
Christ came for shepherds and Wise Men
And kings and cowgirls too.