City of Roses
By: Noah Eaton & Bill Charles
Look upon the star crowning our tree,
what is it that you see?
In the blink of an eye under His golden manger,
where Mary cradles our loving Saviour?
A star shines down, with its brightness,
my eyes see, as they gaze,
into the heavens, and into His place,
a babe in swaddling clothes, to amaze.
I see eyes that shine with light,
a boy with a tender warm face.
He talks to angels through the night,
comforting His holiness with billows of grace
Eyes of radiance, guiding in the night,
a male child, to smile with His grace.
Soft words spoken, to the halo above,
bathed with her glow, at His birthplace
I see meadows of hands laid before His presence,
murmuring in mirth and praise,
stars, tears, and frankincense,
the greatest love begins to raise
Colors of many hands, to worship one,
many gifts to give, to our king,
all that you have spoken of,
a love of enlightenment, absolving
Yes, I see His love when I glance at this star,
in His unconditional love we are feathered.
This blessing that shall never mar,
protecting us from every storm we've weathered
I see a love also Noah, from this heavenly star,
unconditional, as you have written,
and a blessing, to be for always,
knowing, He will never abandon...
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"