A star once pierced the shroud of endless night,
Its beams a crown for Him, the King of Kings,
Through Bethlehem’s still dust, a holy light,
The Lord of Lords with healing in His wings.

His voice commands the tempests to subside,
A scepter forged in mercy, not in steel,
His eyes like lanterns blaze where shadows hide,
A shepherd’s call to mend what sin would steal.

The cross, a throne of splintered, scarlet grace,
Uplifts the Lamb where heaven’s gates unfurl,
His blood, a river washing time and space,
Illumes the dark with love to save the world.

Eternal dawn, His reign shall never cease,
Christ, Light of Life, our everlasting peace.