Under the Holy Star

Soft bells in the night,
a whispering choir

Most nights we slept,
as children do
But Christmas Eve was something new
Allowed to stay,
our eyes so wide
To walk the night by candlelight

The church was filled with voices strong
We listened close,
the sacred song

Under the holy star we’d stand
The world made small,
the night so grand
Stories told of a child so mild
A King was born for every child

Faith was born,
hope was near!

The priest spoke of love and grace
Our pastor’s voice,
a guiding place
He told of Mary’s gentle care
Of kings who followed starlight there

We sat in awe,
our hearts believed
In every word,
in all received

Under the holy star we’d stand
The world made small,
the night so grand
Stories told of a child so mild
A King was born for every child

Our pastor spoke,
the silence kept
The stories lit the hearts that wept
He was the voice,
both firm and kind
That shaped the faith in children’s minds

Faith was born,
hope was near!

Under the holy star we’d stand
With childlike trust,
hand in hand
Though years may pass,
the light is clear
Faith was born,
and hope is here