We sat silently,
Beside the fireplace
Our eyes peering outside
Watching for shooting stars
Suddenly a little light in the sky
Started out as a spark,
Then grew bright as a fire
As a torch lit by the heavens
Behold, the Son born in a spotlight!
No man got such honor
For this the king felt unsettled
When news reached his doorstep
Sent shivers down his spine
He held fast to his throne
And sent his spies
He felt that the child ought to be killed!
The little child-now his rival
Heavens knew he had to live
The wise men left their comfort,
Journeyed on to Bethlehem
To see the new born king
With gifts on camels mounted
The compass pointed east
Where the saviour Lord was lain
His, was not a castle
For that He left in heaven above
Left the comfort of the golden streets
The comfort of the singing angels
For by design He chose a manger
He rested tender on the hay stack
His plan-to rest men from their burdens
Burdens on shoulders stacked like hay
The sheep did bleat a happy tune
As Mary kissed His little face
The face of the Son shining like the sun
We’ll adore as the shepherds did
For unto as a child is born,
Unto us a son is given
To whose kingdom there’s no end
Hallelujah to the new born King!
By whom we’re made new born kin.
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