The Star By Brenda Drake

            The wise men saw the star that led them to the One born that made the stars.  Isn’t is an amazing thought the Creator of man, earth, stars, and all beyond loved us so much He came to earth  as a babe born in a lowly manger?  To later die in our place on a cross to save those who would accept His provision for their soul? Indeed the wise still see the sign of the times in our day for His return.

The Star

The star’s appearance caused great joy,
In a manger was born a baby boy.
The son of a carpenter He was trained,
The mystery of His conception within remained.
His purpose of appearing upon the mind;
Caused Mary to ponder many times.
The appearance of a star upon the tree,
Can a holy reminder be.
The Light of the world hung on a tree too.
He that is Light, Love and Life died for me and you.
When the tomb was closed up tight,
Evil believed they snuffed out the Light.
But He is alive! The tomb is empty and bare.
No matter how long you search He is not there.
Now the risen Savior says “Come,
When you believe His life and yours is made one.”
His joy is a gift presented at each days start,
So the Star of Heaven rules within your heart.
Joyfully celebrate the birth of Christ
And rejoice that He is risen in your life.
There is much to look forward too for you see,
The Star of all creation soon returns for thee.

Matthew 2:1-2
Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem,  saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.”

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