By: Donald A. MacCord
I look in wonder over the valley still at a silver star low near the hill A star so bright where none should be It's light shown down and over me and settled on a hillside cave in silver and gold it lit the nave. I knew I must go and see this sight, for in heart and soul had I sensed the call, ne're before had been a star so bright Now angels sang to shepards all. Clothed warmly in my sheepskin frock I charged my servant to watch o'er the flock. "Kneel down good man" I heard him say as heavenly voices on high did pray. I knelt not far from the open cave, the star's golden light in it's nave did play upon the face of a Child, a-bed the hay and darkness was banished from roundabout. I knew just then that ne're would be another day as was before, For God had given to this lonely shore a gift of life, of salvation and more. Upon my face I fell, but not from fright. For my God, my Savior had been born this night.
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