Let the Star of Morning Rise
Lord God,
in the deepest night
there rises the star of morning,
of birth,
the heard of a new day you are making,
a day of great joy dawning
in yet faint shafts
of light and love.
I hear whispers of peace in the stillness,
fresh breezes of promise
stirring,
winter sparrows
chirping of life,
a baby's cry
of need
and hope --
Christmas!
In the darkness I see the light
and find in it comfort,
confidence,
cause for celebration,
for the darkness cannot overcome it;
and I rejoice to nourish it
in myself,
in other people,
in the world
for the sake of him
in whom it was born
and shines forever,
even Jesus the Christ.
~Ted Loder
Song
Still, Still, Still - Manheim Steamroller
Resource
Loder, T. (1984). Guerrillas of Grace: Prayers for the Battle. San Diego, CA: LuraMedia
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