Do you see the star above us
Like a cross of heav’nly light
It began to shine so long ago
On that one wondrous night

As He lay with Mary close by
In His manger of golden hay
Did He see the cross before Him
Three and thirty years away

He will come again
But ‘til that day is here
Let us live our lives
In the words of the Son
“Oh Father, Thy will be done.”

We will wait for that Good Friday
In the hope of Easter morn
But tonight rejoice and celebrate
For Jesus Christ is born
He is born
He is born
The Child is born.

Posted in: Exit Stage Write | | December 2007