BENEATH THE STAR By Frances Judge I wasn’t there beneath the star to see Messiah’s birth, And hear the hallelujahs angels sang above the earth. I didn’t walk the dusty roads and see the lepers healed, Or hear God’s voice from heaven as His love was now revealed. I never watched Him love the world that pierced His outstretched hands, Creator of the universe, the Son who understands. But I have seen the Son of God each hour of every day As seeds of sprinkled kindness bloom in fields so far away. He stirs the minds and willing hearts—His feet still walk this world To help the hopeless, sick and frail; salvation’s plan unfurled. A man who shares a home cooked meal to bless the weak and poor, And tells them they are not alone; Christ opened Heaven’s door. Sons and daughters hear the calling to leave their comfort zone And travel where the...