There was a glorious star, shining,
Bright in the heavens, piercing.
It lit up the night sky like lightning,
Showing upon a village sight, conceiving.
All was calm, even the bustle from that great day,
For travelers who sought out their homeland pilgrimage,
Were worn out from their travels of so far away.
Even a couple of Nazareth, looking for a place to stay.
Not far, and up on a hill where the sheep graze,
Was found a curiosity by these shepherds, with heads raised.
What a sight they did see in these midnight skies.
What did this mean, this holy light to their eyes?
Then came another light from above,
Growing brighter, filling them with peace and love.
At which occurrence, commenced angelic singing,
Bringing the shepherds joy, as they began kneeling.
Over in this village, though not known to those around,
Was the source of this miracle, who made not a sound.
The birth of The King, and Savior of worlds renown,
Unto us in a lowly manger, the meekest circumstances around.
The lost would be found, and the beggar, not turned down.
Many of the pure worship him as the One True King.
He brings exaltation to all who follow Him earnestly.
His is the only way; He saves and brings peace.
He is our exemplar, glorious and excellent reward.
Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!
He brings us eternal life by His side.
Alleluia, for coming down on our saving night!
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