Classic Poem

Above a world entrapped by fear
There shone a silver Star.
The doubters saw it not, nor cared;
The men of faith, from far,
Knew that the Lord of Love looked down,
And followed it through field and town.

Through desert lands they found their way,
Past mountains, bleak and wild;
They came to humble Bethlehem
And found a little Child.
Their hearts rejoiced—their feet had trod
Through desert wastes to learn of God.

Our hearts are broken by the years,
But still there shines the Star
Above a little manger home.
O that we might, from far,
Retrace our steps from fear and night
To faith and hope, and Bethlehem's light!