Beneath a Holy Star

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;
to all mankind You soon will show the meaning of true love.

Tiny Infant, basking in the glow of Mary's love,
God proclaims unto all men His promise through this Dove.
Over all there falls a hush as witnesses draw close,
naught is heard save for the rush of chorused Angel Hosts.

Guided by a Heavenly light, three Wise Men sojourn long...
a journey that will span twelve nights before they look upon
this Babe, awaited long by man ~ the promised Prince of Peace,
Who'll wrest our souls from Satan's hand and bring us sweet release.

Through this Lamb, our God on High, Himself sets foot on earth,
gathering us unto Him nigh to witness virgin birth.
Against this Child, though foes will stand and goodness seek to crush,
naught will stay God's mighty Hand; the blessing of it's touch.

This first of many wondrous sights that mankind will behold ~
the human spirit buoyed to heights the Prophets long foretold.
Look 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 men and poor;
the Son of God, who rose again to live for evermore.

Symbol of the pact between Almighty God and man;
beginning in a manger mean ~ eternity to span.
A holy Covenant of faith, signed in His shed blood,
salvation for the human race... redemption understood.

Born to this end, so soon to make the final sacrifice;
sin so deep will never 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 our Savior lost, find treasures beyond gold.

The gift this Child bestows on man, through tears and pain and strife,
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 Heaven's peace rule earth.

Let us not shed tears for now ~ instead, let us rejoice...
join together with heads bowed, to pray in one clear voice;
giving praise to God above, the loving, mighty One,
beneath the Holy Star of Love that shines for His dear Son.

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