I sit beneath what is perhaps one of God's most glorious creations:
Stars, each one nestled in its place of heavenly adoration.
Day after day, night after night, though they not always be seen,
They never cease to pour their praise and worship to the King.
Oh to see the things that each celestial host has witnessed:
Man's unrelenting pursuit of power, in all of its persistence;
The youthful beauty of the earth when He saw and said that it was good;
The leaps and bounds of a lame beggar the first time that he stood.
Overwhelmed with wonder I gape and gaze upon Orion's Belt --
To think that each was present at the first moment hope was felt!
A shift occurred in body and spirit all throughout the earth,
A shift that came through naught else but an innocent baby's birth.
The Lamb of God, dependent on His mother just the same as you and I.
The Word, The Light, The One and Only Son, THE hope named Jesus Christ.
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice you kingdom of Israel,
The Lion of Judah has walked the earth and is with us, Emmanuel.
And now we wait, anticipate, the coming of the King
Until then fighting in the Spirit against that which is unseen.
The stars watch on, breaking up the darkness with their adornation,
And continue to glorify His name along with all creation.