The Star

Across the tranquil Syrian night
It flashed upon the shepherds' sight,
Whose wondering, awe-filled gaze was turned
To where its lambent beauty burned.

Soft-footed camels, stepping slow,
Their shadows cast beneath its glow,
As Magi, questing for a king,
Followed its splendor, beckoning.

Faithful it went before and stood
Above that spot where motherhood,
Exemplifying Love divine,
Made of the manger bed a shrine.

And though for centuries its beams
Might be eclipsed by mortal dreams,
And scarce a ray of heavengly light
Might be discerned through error's night,

Yet now again its changeless ray
Proclaims an eternal Christmas day.
And wise men, journeying from afar,
Behold with joy Truth's guiding star.

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Signs of the Times
December 21, 1935

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