When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. (Matthew 2:10)
Black was the sky of the oriental night Bejeweled as an empress displaying her might. Lost in the tedium of nocturnal watch, The wisest of wise appraised a new sight. High in the heavens and brighter than most A dazzling new object had joined the host. The astrologers pondered and ventured a guess: “A mighty new monarch this beacon does toast.” Consulting their sources and making their plans The seekers trekked westward across the hot sands. They followed the beacon that showed them the way To the City of David, and the Savior of man. By day and by night they followed the trail Of their guiding light with much travail, For a curious sight its beams had revealed — The form of a cross in full detail. For two years they followed their stellar guide Until it rested, and shown with pride O’er a humble house and the family there Who with the Mighty King did abide. So they offered their gifts, their praise to assign As the cross and the star continued to shine, And knowing not why, their burden was lifted; The child in the house did their sorrow consign. Some thirty years later, on a cross made of wood The child, now a young man, there hung in the nude, And the bright Star of Bethlehem continued to blaze, The King of all kings gave His life to conclude.