Some years ago a child was born
Early on a Christmas morn
And in the sky a star did appear
Drawing people from far and near
Bethlehem the holy city the angels said
Some people were so afraid and filled with dread
But still they came to see him and by the star were led
To where the little baby Jesus lay his head
They brought him gifts in worship and crowned the new born king
They thought he was well worth it though not so Herod the king
He wanted Jesus dead for good and so he did decree
Kill all the little babies that should get rid of he
But luckily they missed him, the family had moved on
And when they went a searching, the baby he had gone
He lived to tell his story of his father’s kingdom to come
For this Jesus was crucified and on a cross was hung
He said forgive them father, they know not what they do
And then forgave us for our sins, can this man be true?
His family took him from the cross and laid his body down
Then wrapped his nail holed hands and feet, the laid him in the ground
So when I think of Christmas and of the infant birth
I often think of what we did through all the joy and mirth
So please enjoy your Christmas but try to spare a thought
And think of how we crucified the man who love had brought
Copyright © Owen Yeates
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Copyright © humble b
Star of Heaven, come to earth;
lead us once again to our Savior's birth.
Speak the language from God's own lips;
grant us nectar in honeyed sips.
Invade our hearts with revealing light;
accept our praises this holy night.
Copyright © Cona Adams
Love is as far as the stars,
But the stars promise love for me
Throughout the rest of my future.
The future is as far as the stars,
But the stars promise life for me
Above and beyond this world.
Copyright © Marissa Faries
Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
Peace Is An Evening Star
Peace is an evening star,
In Bethlehem so bright.
Guiding the wise,
Both day and the night.
Noah sent a dove,
Searching for God's land.
"Peace to all" he said,
The Lord is in command.
"Seek peace and pursue it",
David sang with love.
The world was in turmoil,
This message from above.
Peace is like a prayer,
Only good can return.
Seek the Son of God,
This lesson you must learn.
The people had no hope,
Cruel leaders in control.
There was no place to turn,
Only peace could make them whole.
Shepherds in the field,
Angels sang so clear.
Peace be unto you,
The Son of God is near.
Tonight you rest with hope,
Contentment in your heart.
The promise is fulfilled,
He brings a brand new start.
Many people search for God,
Jesus came to you.
Praise Him dear friend,
This is our prayer for you.
Copyright © Raymond Morgan
Imagine the light
from the stars that we see
were merely a glimpse
of what heaven will be.
The tiniest windows
of light we are shown,
drawing our eyes
to the place we call home.
Picture a vision
of perfect white light,
no sun for the day
or moon of the night.
Just cascades of light
of none you have known,
in heavenly form
only souls can be shown.
The glory of God
so great and immense,
the stars are like pin holes
for light so intense.
They glisten and sparkle,
like beacons we're drawn
piercing the skies
through the nights darkest dawn.
With only the faith
of a mustard size seed
We've claim to His Son's saving grace.
But blackness of night
shrouds the light of the day
and faith's left with fear in its place.
Over glorious triumph
of darkest despair
His mighty hand scattered night skies
with glimpses of heaven
that we call the stars,
our windows of mustard seed size.
Copyright © Jeannie Minor
With the right of messianism,
And the depth of free will,
They journeyed to Bethlehem,
To hear the parents spill.
Zoroastrians true and ready,
Ripe for the monologue bold,
They offered gold and incense,
And on Mary’s story they were sold.
Called wise men, magicians,
They could interpret the land,
Jailing’s, fishing booms and births,
And so told people about their hand.
They knew the power of the stars,
The connection, their meaning,
So followed one to that lively abode,
Where Jesus lay with apparent feeling.
God did not appear to them,
By a star in vocality,
But they just gave cerebral relevance,
To that asteroid motioning entity.
The gifts they offered and gave,
Did not signify the incarnation,
But were considered gestures,
Of the magi’s visitation.
Their religion let them speak about,
The predicted life of the babe;
Prediction was their position and seat,
As at semiology they were abe.
Christianity did not come from Judaism,
Zoroastrianism was its predecessor,
As its followers searched for a messiah,
Every day, with such earnest vigour.
Christianity centres around a messiah,
A cultural saviour from social retardation,
Which Jesus was back them,
In a world of poor folks’ isolation.
Jesus was a Jew, a temple boy,
But proclaimed his own religion,
To follow him and not just the Torah,
Which was in no way old and gone.
The impact of these Zoroastrians,
On Israeli life and society,
Can only be understood,
As Christianity’s modernity.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan
is the great Star
that leads the wise.
a kiss on the lips
for those who prize
sees beyond the truth
the star light
on dull earths.
Copyright © Jennifer Phillips
I do not know?
Look to the star in the east,
Look to the one not deceased,
Look to the one that they tried to kill.
Nailed to a cross on the top of the hill.
Welcoming all to his Kingdom still.
To share in our holy Gods feast.
Raise up his banner on high.
Show it to catch every eye.
Fear and disaster, terrestrial things.
Beaten back down by our soul as it sings,
In worship of God and the peace that he brings.
When self and the world are laid bye.
Follow the path that He laid.
Don't let the way markers fade.
Place both your feet on the road that He trod,
Protection will come from His sceptre and rod,
Narrow the path, but it leads to our God,
Through the glorious gate that Christ made.
Copyright © Tony Wager