Came
one night in yonder sky,
a
light so bright, it hurt my eyes.
Or
was it my soul, my heart could not bear,
the
astral enlightening of what was in there?
What
drew me outside to go far, far away?
What
beckoned me onward, I true cannot say.
Perhaps
the essence I would not reveal,
the
wounds inside me that I can’t seem to heal.
Would
not dare venture forth on my own.
So
I went with friends from around my hometown.
Or
were they all broken? Shattered like
me?
Hiding
their hurt most anonymously?
We
traveled when all the alignments made sense.
We
all rode together, we lay down in tents.
Or
was it a desert, a wasteland of sorts,
that
carried this band of unlikely cohorts?
Moving
along to revealed destination,
we
passed from familiar to this foreign nation.
Or
was it a new land, of hope and of grace,
a
home for all those in the human race?
At
times when the firmament turned to jet-black,
thoughts
crossed our minds we should all soon turn back!
Or
was it the guilt, the clouds in our hearts,
that
threatened to tear this great journey apart?
But
just when it seemed we would never come near,
the
heavens would open and the Star would appear!
Or
was it a glint from the tears in my eyes,
from
a life without meaning I had come to despise?
Arriving
at dawn they called us Wise Men,
but
we were perplexed when we touched Bethlehem.
Or
was it our pride that had all come asunder?
Unsure
what was next, we were all caused to wonder.
With
light far off shining our souls they did widen,
so
soon did we go to the distant horizon.
Or
was it ourselves we would see steps ahead?
A
vision of peace without pity or dread?
When
planets aligned over tiny abode,
the
softer we talked and faster we rode!
Or
was it a fear which created that tension?
The
one that persists without hope of redemption?
For
what if we’d come with the things we had brought?
And
all of this travel had all come for naught?
What
if the sightings had been a mistake?
What
if misjudgment we somehow did make?
Feeling
inside the pangs of our doom,
we
opened the door and stepped into the room.
Or
was it persistence in spite of our sin?
That
pushed our feet forward and made us go in?
Mystery
it was how we all fit inside,
no
one was left out, no one ostracized.
Or
was it because we had once felt rejected,
we
scarce knew the grace of our being accepted?
Putting
our things on the bare dirty floor,
we
fell to our knees and closed up the door.
Or
was it because we had stumbled to ground,
too
weak to stand, we had all Fallen down?
Yet
lifting our heads we could see with our eyes,
the
One long foretold by the Star in the skies.
Why
was he so different, incredible Child?
With
power to heal when he looked up and smiled!
Truth
be it told, he was not the expected,
but
truth was not known till he was resurrected.
Or
was it the fact we were all still so blind?
And
later his people would be so unkind.
The
Wood of His Manger soon turned to a Cross,
the
Life freely given had seemed a great loss.
Or
was something else worked on Calvary Hill?
A
message so great, evil hate could not kill.
We
all went on homeward, never the same.
All
having encountered the Infant who came.
Or
was it our God who had entered our strife?
And
offered abundant and eternal life.
So
come on a journey and find something nice.
Draw
near to the One who is called Jesus Christ.
Open
your heart and allow him inside.
With
him and his love you will always abide.
