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
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