The silent stars shine down on us with bright but sightless eye,
Unmindful of our little earth, of us who live and die.
Are we but grains of stranded sand beside a cosmic sea
That lie unvalued and unseen in such immensity?
Creator of all stars you came to grace our transient race.
In Christ you spoke a word that broke the silences of space.
Still through that word you call our hearts to know that we are known,
To trust we do not walk through time unvalued and alone.
We see the star the wise men saw and hope again is stirred.
We track the footprints left in time by your incarnate Word.
We see them climb a lonely hill where Love is left to die –
The Love that formed the farthest star and hears the faintest cry.
O Christ, the bright and morning Star whose radiance does not fade,
Whose glory filled the universe before the planets played:
Come, heal our hearts of blinding doubt till faith shall end in sight.
Shine down upon our darkened earth and conquer sin’s long night.
Herman G. Stuempfle, Jr.
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