Where went the heavenly starlight,
across our blazing souls?
In times before,
the constellations were
myths and legends;
in times before, I tried to squash the stars in flight.
When the star transpired,
the star of Bethlehem,
the star, he clapped like thunder in the night.
In the starlight
we saw the face of God,
there, when His world
met our moments,
Said He, Faith,
this shall be our unification.
The star of God, the star is our star of light
the Star, He claps like thunder in the night.
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