He who forged Earth’s iron core
And scattered stars to distant skies
Came shattered beauty to restore
And answer lost ones’ mournful cries.
A God who stands among the weak
To lift each burden that they face,
To lift away their bondage bleak
And give them strength in holy grace.
The star of hope for all the years,
Though spoken of through ages past,
Lies born in dust and blood and tears
Without His glorious trumpets’ blast.
Yet in His tiny hand He holds
The power that built the mountains high.
His glory shatters earthly molds
As angels’ voices split the sky.
The angel heralds call out clear
To tell us of the infant King
Who comes to crush the power of fear
And let the notes of justice ring.
Yet first He comes to serve and die,
Not yet to take His rightful place,
That those who chose to crucify
Their King might still receive His grace.
He calls us now with signs and stars
To find the Child born a King,
To give Him all that once was ours,
And songs of love and praise to sing.
So as we journey through the night
And seek our true Desire’s star
We find that Jesus, through His might
Has sought us from our exile far.
Christmas Mystery was written by Elizabeth Sunshine (yes, that’s her real name), currently a senior at Brandeis University. She’s just released a self-published collection of her poems, which I’ve found to be theologically thoughtful and artistically creative. You can buy the print version here for $15, or download it here for 99 cents. She also writes a blog here.