"When the morning stars sang..."

Since Your Advent the stars have sung--
as there in the sky that bright star was hung!

Your birth proclaimed to the wisest of sages, 
Your coming foretold from the dawn of the ages. 

The star shone its brightest when it announced You had come!
Salvation declared! peace for everyone!

For thirty-three years the stars sang Your praise
Announcing: He's here! The Ancient of Days!

Then one day the stars went out
As the Savior gave a mighty shout!

As the One who made them hung and died
the sky went silent--the heavens cried. 

One early morn, the sun shone bright!
The Lord rose triumphant and death lost the fight!

And now today a new sign is seen
There to be viewed by eyes made keen

In the southern sky a cross was hung
Hope for the hearts where Your song is sung

Until that day when again You come
the Southern Cross reminds us that the work is Done!

Dedicated to T.L who inspired these thoughts from his own experience seeing the Southern Cross on a cool clear night on the deck of a naval vessel during World War II.