Sparkling quietly, in the sky
Noble star that glows up high
Many a year your dance has been
A quiet reminder of Bethlehem..
Years ago but seems like now
You directed the wiseman who did bow
Before a Baby: an Infant king
Who lay in a manger without anything..
The world it runs without a glance
Towards your presence or your dance
But the angels the Heavenly throng
Know your reason, know your song...
Gazing upward, throughout the night
My heart is instructed by your light
Knowing your mission. knowing your ways
I praise the Lord of your nights and days