Oh little star
Of precious light.
Given ruler,
Is my King.
Not a noble-
Not seen as much.
But in my heart,
You've become such.
A silver star,
marks Your birth.
Proven place,
Upon this earth.
You are All-
Too glorious to tell.
Of how Your Love
is for all men...
You did not draw a dividing line.
You did not seperate us
from the vine.
But we ourselves,
laid roots to rot.
Despising all,
that You do not.
Oh draw us near-
To Your heart.
To love all men
As You have tried.
Help us keep Your face in view.
And put our selfishness to end.
A little silver star,
Is all the world proclaims
as dear...
That men would kill,
destroy and hate.
Rather than try to accept
the narrow gate,
In You for their rest.
To Love each other as One
you made.
To live in unity and obey.
A silver star,
from long ago...
Placed on earth so man might know.
You're not a myth-
but truth and light.
One day our journey
here will end.
And in You
our souls' depart.
And soon the birthplace
of a King.
Where men fight over
silver stars
won't matter much at all.
For earth is not
our Home-
but a'footstool'
to Our Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the style for this beautiful poem about Jesus.