The Sapling's Star
The night is cold, it is bitter cold,
and the trees are moving, creaking-
screeching in the cold, dark, winter night,
as the stars begin their peeking.
They can see the patch where the maples grow,
nestled in for winter, napping-
and beneath the trunk of a mighty red,
they can see the smallest sapling.
They are shown a strength in it's tiny limbs,
of a promise building, keeping-
of a hope to give unsparingly,
of a love for the woodland sleeping.
And they wonder who is showing this,
in whose light a-basking, savoring?
High above the sapling is it's Star,
shining brightly, ever favoring!
"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah,
out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are
from of old, from ancient times." Micah 5:2