The Christmas Star.

The star of Bethlehem,

Shines it’s light on me,

And on this cold dark night,

All eternity,

Is held within that star,

On this Christmas Eve.

When I look upon such,

Stars as great as these,

I think of all the things,

That he does for me,

The small thing and the large.

Why does he do this?

You might ask, well because,

He really loves us,

that is the simple truth.

N’ underneath this roof,

You’ll find that truth it lays,

In these winter sky’s.