A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens
Starlight in the Night
Looking down on the Holy Mite,
A Little Bitty, A Tiny Thing,
But in this Babe, Hope, a King!
All our worries, all our cares,
Hinge, now, in a stable there.
A Mighty Lord, who is Just and Right,
Has now been born, this starry night.
But He’s so bitty, just a little thing!
What hope can so little bring?
But just as the promise in a single cell,
This little one holds much more than we can tell.
And so God chose such a small beginning,
To give us hope, and it is fitting:
For this Christ Child, Our Christmas Treasure,
Shows how God can use our little measures.
For if God, Who made the skies,
Can wrap Himself into where a little baby lies,
Than surely He can take the little in me,
And unfold it into a beautiful thing!
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6