The holy night of Jesus’ birth,
With shining glory and gleaming star,
Was the brightest night on earth, so far.
The sky was ethereal, with angels adorned,
But ordained events passed,
And soon it was morn,
Daytime, burst forth,
He was called “Morning Star”!
People saw glimmers and set out from afar.
Now morning, midday, evening, and night,
His glory outshines all, and He is our Light.
Children and parents, husbands and wives,
He’s The One Living Light for each of our lives!
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©Lenn Snider
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Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 