The pulsing stars of Bethlehem retired
Each in its niche, at glimpse of Star of Him,
That it might shine nor grow forever dim;
And man’s brief span has since been Chrift-inspired.
So touch my star, O Father–make it shine
To dim the glitter and the glare of sin
That fills my sky to tempt the man within,
So one more soul shall rise as Christ’s–and Thine!
by Ray Romine Saturday, November 27, 1943
