"Bethlehem's Star," by Julianna Britt

Oct 8

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The guiding light of Bethlehem’s star

party of three, having come so far.

Our Almighty God and King

in Mother’s arms as she sings.

Baby plays with Mary’s hair

soft and long, tugged from the air.

Laid in a manger where animals eat

they creep ever closer, longing to meet.

Quiet Joseph, strong and chaste,

still, three men are making haste.

Journeyed for years, at last they’ve come

to see their Savior who’s just but one.

Presenting gifts fit for the King,

praise to the Child these men bring.

Looming threat of a jealous Herod

escape through the desert, hot and arid.

The guiding light of Bethlehem’s star

party of three, having come so far.

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