That bright star that shed light
to lead the wise Magi three
into King Herod’s “city of peace,”
as they brought gifts from the east.
It also led the shepherds
when the angels told them
the Savior’s been born
in a stable, near Bethlehem.
They all journeyed forth
to see this great miracle
that the angels foretold
when they brightly waxed lyrical.
He lay sleeping humbly
in a livestock trough
the babe wrapped in rags
like an old dirty cast-off.
Under that bright star he was born
for the poor and the weak,
a re-connection to God
for any and all, who seek.
How lovely!
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