“Bright and Morning Star”

A Poem on Nativity

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That bright and morning star!
Have you found it yet?
He has risen.
That bright and morning star!

Have you known yet?
He went down to the grave.
That bright and morning star!
Have you seen it yet?

He was nailed on the cross.
That bright and morning star!
Has he come yet?
He was born on a manger.

That bright and morning star!
Was he conceived yet?
He came to be a ransom.
For you and me.
That we become free.

So here I am, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears my voice,
I will come in and eat with him,
and he with me.

To the glory of the King.