Heirlooms In the Sky
A star born to die, lead and rise Shepherds quake and wise do realize A child is born a son is given The cost of life, love is driven For God, so loved the world Heaven’s breath man pearled The Son of God in all His glory, to the lost the only love story Daystar on high, the praise of Israel The Morning Star, to His son’s is real The Scepter reigning on high Look for Him now, while He is nigh This Gospel,with all shining light Is for you, unless you love night Darkness within, from which He saves Ancient glorious star the end of days Ask Him now, before your little light fades The star comes again but there will be no shade The light of world, so glorious you will weep Mourning for the only Son, who loves the sheep
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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