The Star of the King

There's a Star rising in the east, Turning Earth by Heaven is reached, The Timeless is, and time is breached Weary shepherds stand, then shaking fall As euphoric angels sing their all, Wise men awed, heed the holy call Dark manger by sacred star is bathed While a relieved mother, glowing prays Sleeping her child; the Ancient of Days The boy stirs and softly He moans, Paradise calling Poor his home; This King needs no earthen throne Three gifts in the straw are tender laid, Homage to their Lord is breathless paid, Holding His Father's hand; the tiny babe Mary's joy with tears is met; She lays her head on Joseph's chest, She thanks the bowing, grateful guests Then angels and men, stars and beasts To awe and worship are released For Heaven and human; the Prince of Peace