
Twinkle brightly little star.
For my guess is that you're the Christmas beacon
that lit the path
for the wise and faithful kings,
who ruled with peace instead of wrath.
They worshipped You
and then bowed down
with human things,
gold and frankincense and mir.
And thus today we still sing
"We three kings of Orient are..."
a human song of love,
most precious love.
For Love is why our Lord comes here.
Love,
not wonder,
not might.
Love is what the babe,
sacred Jesus brings.
Not human agape
but God's own love.
Which unlike our own comes
without any strings.
Twinkle brightly little star.
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