Heaven's Eyes (A Christmas Poem)

We think of stars and hope and cheer
We think upon a midnight clear

We think of songs and angels bright
We think upon a silent night

But do we consider or stop to think
Or record the truth with page and ink?

That this night was black as all before
Who would notice one star more?

And the host that brought the shepherds word
Had before been in the presence of the LORD

We think of trees and joy and snow
We wonder at all of Heaven’s glow

But on this night so long ago
That Light made Himself stoop low

So what would be the tone above
In view of the great price of love

To look down from eternal glory
And see a feed trough, bleak and gory

To see the Word that created all
Condescended as a helpless child and small

What then was on Heaven’s Mind?
To what then were its thoughts assigned?

With my idle wondering I wish we would try
To look at Christ’s birth with Heaven’s Eyes