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    The Shepherd’s Pipe

    The words of a poet draw us to kneel beside the manger with the humblest, on Holy Night and every day.

    By Georg Johannes Gick

    December 20, 2023

    Available languages: Deutsch

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    The Plough Music Series is a regular selection of music intended to lift the heart to God. It is not a playlist of background music: each installment focuses on a single piece worth pausing to enjoy.


    This unpretentious yet hauntingly beautiful cycle of Christmas poems, first published in German in 1935 and later translated into English by Jere Brunner and set to music as a children’s cantata by Marlys Swinger, revolves around the stable on Christmas night. Christ came, not in a gorgeous, gilded, royal setting, but in surroundings so humble and poor that even the lowest and meanest of God’s creatures could see his power for what it was – not of this world but of God. The commonplace things participate, each in its own way, in the miraculous birth, as do the everyday people who come to worship – and we find ourselves among them.

    The poet, Georg Johannes Gick, speaks of himself in “The Poet,” in a way which we wish to echo:

    Let my life before the Child
    In quiet first bow down;
    and then my heart, no longer mine,
    pours out for you in song.

    While The Shepherd’s Pipe has at its center the very fact of Christmas, all of the voices that speak through it are for every day and every time. The poems can be read again and again. Better yet, listen to (or sing!) the songs, which are simple enough for anyone to learn. Your Christmas experience will be all the richer. The selection below is from the first section of the book, “The Heart Lifts its Hands.

    Download the complete PDF of The Shepherd’s Pipe, as poems or as sheet music, or download the audio version.


    The Bed of Hay

    See, I am the bed of hay
     from the blessed night
    where Love came to the world – a tiny child –
    so helpless in our sight.

    For the little God so great
    I’m too poor, I’m told.
    Had I but known this miracle could be!
    Thou Love a thousandfold!

    Will you ask the child for me,
     I beg you, holy mother,
    a crib more worthy I may be
    to hold this little brother.

    The Wisp of Straw

    I’m a wisp of manger straw
    from holy night and I was glad;
    I was full of love and awe
     and made myself his bed.

    Trample all my ripe grain out,
     thou child of love of heaven;
     In the soil of shepherd’s hut
     shall all my roots be driven.

    When you bless the great broad world
     to its very end,
    I shall be a ripened field
    waiting for your hand.

    Before you die for all men’s sake
     on the lifted cross,
    I shall be the bread you break
    to redeem our loss.

    illustration of an old shepherd looking after a flock of sheep

    Maria Maendel, The Old Shepherd

    The Spider in the Corner

    I’m spider in his cubbyhole
     under the roof away;
    for the child I slave and toil
    all through the night and day.

    All the many weary folk
     who come to see God’s Son –
    their hearts are filled with Christmas love
     when my spinning’s done.

    When I have spun my life away
     and woven many hearts a shrine,
     let the child come if he may,
    and spin me up in mine.

    The Little Path

    That’s what I should like the best:
     to be a humble bridge or way
     leading to the Christmas joy
    where longing finds the road to rest.

    If only someone came to greet
     the holy mother and her child,
    the very stones that make my path
    would thrill with joy beneath those feet.

    The Shepherd’s Song

    I am the shepherd’s song, I sing
     here in the stable’s shadow,
    and all men come; like lambs I bring
    them to the Christmas meadow.

    I call them through the winter night,
     lost out there in the bitter cold;
    Oh come and see how love is bright
     in the Good Shepherd’s fold!

    If there should come some weary one
     still late at night that I could bless,
    I’ll be content my singing’s done
    and glad for weariness.

    The Candle

    A candle let me be to shine
     before the manger; Let me stay
    as a burning sign
    to all who pass along this way…

    So that some poor wandering stranger
     may see my light and come,
    leave earth’s streets and find a manger
     that is all men’s home.

    Then let my wax drip to the floor
     with the love I bring;
    Only when I am no more
    will I be everything!

    The Bell

    I ring it far and near
    and sound it forth to all,
    for God is made our brother here
     in an oxen stall!

    Then all men’s hearts will ring out clear
     to make his praises known
    and burn like crimson candles here
    in silence ‘round God’s throne.

    This is the wonder in the last
     great Christmastime  when time is done
    and the Spirit’s children keep the feast
     with God, the Father and the Son!

    The Miracle

    When all the winds were mild,
     Mary came to me apart
     and laid the Holy Child
     here inside my heart.

    My heart was made the manger,
     and my body was the stall.
     And now no man is stranger:
    my life goes out to all,

    To bring to each of them
     this Child of heaven’s light,
    to let them enter in, like flames
    of candles to the holy  night.

    My heart was made the manger,
     and my body was the stall.
     And now no man is stranger:
    my life goes out to all,

    Contributed By placeholder Georg Johannes Gick

    Georg Johannes Gick (1910–1985) was born in Aschaffenburg, Bavaria, and grew up in Amberg.

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