“This is dedicated to a teacher who heals.”

          THE LITTLE STAR

Long ago a little star was born,

And for the longest time, he felt forlorn.

He saw that the other stars could shine.

He wanted so to be as fine.

 

But he was small and thought,

What he had to give was not,

As wondrous as his brothers.

He was jealous of the others.

 

Until one night there came,

Angels who said his name,

And beckoned him to follow them,

The splendid Seraphim.

 

They took him to a stable

And asked if he was able,

To twinkle in the sky,

And cast a light from on high

 

Into the eyes of a baby boy,

And bring forth a laugh of joy.

They said He was the new-born King,

And salvation He would bring

 

To a world who needed Him

As moral insight grew dim

In the hearts of everyone

Who lived beneath the earth’s sun.

 

So the little star shined bright,                    

As he rose in the night,                            

And he opened his heart wide,

And gave his all with so much pride.

 

He caused the baby boy to laugh,

And he created a bright path,

So three kings could find a way,

To pay homage to Christ that day.

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