Stop Read My Christmas Poem

What is that in our western sky some kind of star coming near by it's radiance seems as bright as the sun but bowing to the night it's beauty for reason so compelling that star in the sky it's dazzling light amazes my eye's that star without words beacons me to follow my soul being bared for something sacred and hollowed Yes that is the star our ancestors spoke of i can see it with my eye's that star is filled with love quick quick hurry let's go follow that star where ever it goes whether near or whether far no matter what follow that star for it was told by ancient and old that star would bring our God and King can't you see this wonderful thing Gods birth on earth is where this star beams there in the distance gathered are the shepards the lowly lowly shepards soon to be joined by kings "all men of the earth" the angels did sing to such a lowly place this star did us bring to a child born in the company cattle but worshiped by kings accompanied by the light of that stars wonderful beam a lowly lowly place for the birth of the King of Kings the place long for told as the birth place of the King we were humbled by the mystery of this birth this is the way God would visit earth with lowly shepards under a bright bright star humbled to be like us to be near not far