The Night of NightsSo many moons had come and gone Across the heavens fair . . . Day followed night, night followed day In usual sequence there. But one night in the velvet sky A brilliant star appeared, A strange phenomenon indeed, And all who saw it feared! Shepherds upon a lonely hill Stood dumb-struck and afraid, Some left their sheep in panic, while Still others knelt and prayed. Just then bright angels pierced the night With wingspreads ‘cross the sky Singing a song of peace on earth, “Glory to God on High!” Meanwhile the lofty star had burned A pathway through the night, The humble inn of Bethlehem Was flooded with its light. This night . . . a night of miracles Differed from the rest For Christ was born to Mary, all The weary world to bless. “Then let us go,” the shepherds cried, “To see this holy sight!” On, on to Bethlehem they went On, on into the night. There they beheld the infant King And worshipped and adored The One whom God had sent to be The Saviour . . . Christ the Lord! This night, so mystical, so sweet, Differed from all the other Because the Saviour came, there’s hope For every man and his brother.
~ Georgia B. Adams