I don't know about you, but this time of year I often begin to reflect on the amazing event of Christ's birth. As we contemplate this moment in His-story, we cannot help but to embrace a posture of worship. Such love. Such desire to restore a lost creation.That is magnificent love.
Long ago,
the night sky that stares at me
was a canopy of glory.
was a canopy of glory.
As I look at the twinkling stars;
cock my head towards the bark of a neighboring dog;
pull my scarf closer to my neck,
cock my head towards the bark of a neighboring dog;
pull my scarf closer to my neck,
I imagine
an onager--pereh bleating
as a star shines upon a woman placing her scarf
around her newborn son.
as a star shines upon a woman placing her scarf
around her newborn son.
The same stars I see
are the same stars that saw
their Maker burst from the womb of Man.
O heroic maiden
that declared and confirmed
the mercy of God to all generations.
O blessed Baby--the long awaited King,
who humbled Himself to save lost humanity.
And here I stand, more than two thousand years later,
same night sky, same sparkling stars,
caught up in reverie at the birth of my King.
are the same stars that saw
their Maker burst from the womb of Man.
O heroic maiden
that declared and confirmed
the mercy of God to all generations.
O blessed Baby--the long awaited King,
who humbled Himself to save lost humanity.
And here I stand, more than two thousand years later,
same night sky, same sparkling stars,
caught up in reverie at the birth of my King.
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