The Christ Star
Carole L. Haines
I find my eyes wandering toward the night skies
As clouds pass over, stars dance in and out of sight
And my thoughts drift back two thousand years
Was the night this cool, the wind this sheer
As a husband desperately searches for a place to lay his child
And his wife is crying out, “The time is here, The time is now”
And they find shelter in a shallow cave, a feeding trough
There’d be no silken blankets, to wrap around this King, just born
And over the years I’ve wondered of the Three Wise Men who sought
The Messiah to be born, beneath this Eastern Star
And my heart skips a beat of joy, as another star appears
And I wonder, “Is this the Christ Star coming back this time of year?”
I mean, If every time I see a rainbow, I’m seeing the Promises of God
And if the rain is truly shed upon the evil and the good.
If each time I see a sparrow, or a swallow swooping down
I remember not a one will fall, without the Father’s thought
Why can’t this be the Christ Star up in my sky tonight?
It would be just like Him to remind us He’s never out of sight
And that this Christ who came once, unnoticed, by a never watching world
Can still be found here living in believers far and near
Yes, could this be the Christ Star, come back to show us once again?
That He who never changes, but is ever reaching down
with arms that are never too short, and ears that have ever heard
The cries of those who seek Him evermore,
forever on and on.
The Visit of the Magi
2 Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying,2 “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we saw His star in the east and have come to worship Him.”