A Second Star Story on Christmas
A Second Star Story from Christmas
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Up above the world so far.
Leading wise men to the place
A baby came to save his race.
But, alas. Men’s greedy hearts
That’s where trouble always starts
Some have more than I can gather
Others may have what I would rather
There’s oft a line that’s drawn between
The outcome oft so easily seen
Someone strikes out. The fight is on
No one will stop until they’ve won
Until at last, we”turn the cheek”
Revenge is what our “neighbors” seek
How many millions must fill the graves
Because some bullies just can’t behave?
Would this prove the only star
To bring its comfort down so far?
Would there be in years to come
We might sort out, yet another one?
Could it be a Star of Peace & Rest
Would find its way into human’s breast.
To offer them a place to turn
To contemplate and maybe learn
To serve mankind as a shining beacon
Some real help that man’s been seekin’
Yes there’s that one that rose above
To prove existence of undying love.
This same babe we’ve spoken of
Was later called out by a dove
The great Messiah, God’s own son
The Star of Peace, the final one.
He would not turn away from death
He loved us all with his last breathe
That we might live from shore to shore
There’d never need be war no more
If that is true, what’s said above
Why is there war and not real love?
Because ‘til all proclaim “Him” King
Only strife will mankind bring.
Written by oldbuck Dec 3, 2017 as he looks forward to “Peace On Earth” Good Will Toward All Men.
SIDE NOTE: Some folks believe, the Star of Peace rests firmly on Matt Dillon’s chest, while others feel Christ forever wears it best.
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2017
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