Sparkling quietly, in the sky
Noble star that glows up high
Many a year your dance has been
A quiet reminder of Bethlehem..
Years ago but seems like now
You directed wiseman who did bow
Before your Babe: This Infant king
Who lay in a manger without anything..
The world it runs without a glance
Towards your presence or your dance
But angels, in the Heavenly throng
Know your reason, know your song...
Gazing upward, throughout the night
My heart is instructed by your light
Knowing your mission. knowing your ways
I praise the Lord of your nights and days
Greetings Joy. An inspiring piece. God bless you and you faith.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.