His Star

Jesus left His Throne on high

To come to earth and die.

All because man was lost,

And only Jesus could pay the cost.

He was seated in Royalty,

But to God He prove His loyalty.

When He left streets of gold

To save man's wicked soul.

Down here on the stable's sod

He was the Son of God.

People everywhere in

The city of Bethlehem,

But no one was welcoming Him.

Busy as they went their ways

They had traveled many days.

It seemed that space was gone,

And Mary and Joseph were far from home.

They searched until very late,

But Mary could not wait.

The Child was soon to be born,

And it seemed there was only scorn.

One inn keeper finally offered his stable

Where else could they go so unable?

The darkness could not hide the Light

That would shine this very night.

To the world The Savior had come

He fulfilled the prophecy of God's Son.

O the joy to see His face

Shining with such glory and grace.

No matter how much time shall

Pass us by

There will always be His star in the sky.

It will point us to the place

Where we will find amazing grace!

Written by: Lena Kittrell

Copyright 2002