What was the star all about?
Why did angels look down and shout?
What made shepherds stand still to hear?
Why did the king tremble in fear?
Was it just another birth
That stirred heaven and earth?
Could one small child, in a bed of hay,
Cause Wise Men to rush to where He lay?
Or was God at work that far-off night,
Piercing darkness with Eternal Light?
Was this the unfolding of His own plan
To meet our need by becoming man?
The answer is found in the test of time.
What one life has so affected yours and mine?
He was born to die that we may live.
The gift that lasts was His to give.
Of His worth, mocking men are unaware.
That He died for them, they little care.
Yet He calls; stand still to hear.
He has conquered night and cast out fear.
Because He loved before we knew,
The Christmas message endured and grew.
Be still, look up on a cold winter night.
Darkness is pierced by Eternal Light.
© Copyright 1997 - Wayne Bristow
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