Beneath a Holy Star
~ By ~
Oh, blessed baby, born to us so very long ago,
only to be torn from us by those who did not know
the power of the word You brought for every heart
to hear ~
redemption in the lessons taught to any who draw near.
Born in our midst a common man, to sleep on only straw,
Your star shines bright throughout the land as shepherds
kneel in awe.
Sleeping with the creatures low, the Son of God above,
Soon to all mankind You'll show the meaning of true love.
Thou tiny infant, basking in the glow of Mary's love,
as God proclaims unto all men His covenant through
this Dove.
While over all there falls a hush as shepherds
gather close,
and naught is heard save for the rushing wings of
angel hosts.
Guided by a Heavenly light, three Wise Men sojourn long,
a journey that will span twelve nights before they'll
look upon
this babe, awaited by all men ~ the promised
Prince of Peace,
who'll wrest our souls from Satan's hand and bring us
sweet release.
Against this child though foes will stand and evil
seek to crush,
naught will stay God's mighty hand ~ the blessing of
it's touch.
For through this Lamb our God on high Himself sets foot
on earth,
gathering us unto Him nigh to witness virgin birth.
The first of many wondrous sights that mankind
will behold,
the human spirit bouyed to heights that prophets
have foretold.
We gaze upon His radiant face as peacefully He sleeps,
divine and filled with Heavenly grace as word of His
birth sweeps.
Throughout the land and past this birth ~
centuries beyond ~
the few years He will spend on earth; long after He
has gone,
all the world shall know His name ~ both wealthy man
and poor ~
The Son of God, who'll rise again to live for evermore.
A symbol of the pact between Almighty God and man
beginning in a manger mean ~ eternity to span.
A holy covenant of faith, signed in Jesus' blood,
salvation for the human race ~ redemption understood.
Born to this end, so soon to make the final sacrifice;
no evil strong enough to bend God's will of fire and ice.
Satan vanquished ~ hell denied ~ and risen from the grave,
to comfort all who for Him cried, and in their tears
be bathed.
In turn, our very souls He'll cleanse ~ our sins He'll
wash away,
and with His death give life again no evil force can slay.
Salvation fought for on a cross through suffering untold,
as we in all that Jesus lost, find treasures beyond gold.
The gift this child bestows on man, through tears and
pain and strife,
is bringing us to God again ~ and everlasting life.
So sleep, Thou tiny, wondrous child ~ naught on thy
dreams intrude,
in the arms of Mary mild , here in a stable crude.
Soon enough the time will come to carry out God's plan,
before Your wondrous life is done, and You sit at
His hand.
On this, the holiest of days ~ that of our Savior's birth,
let us offer up our praise ~ and Heavenly peace
rule earth.
Let us not shed tears for now ~ instead, let us rejoice,
and stand together, all heads bowed, to pray in one
clear voice.
Giving praise to God above , Thou loving, mighty One,
beneath the holy star of love that shines for
Your dear Son.
Dedicated to my Beloved Master Genesis ~
my love, my Hawk ~ and my heart.
January 1, 1999
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