The Star is hung on the old lambing barn;
it's shining brightly towards our lonely, gravel road
where just a few folks will travel by and see its light.
The Cross is lit on the well house roof.
It's so bright and stands so high.
I often wonder what the low flying USAF planes think
when they see it at night.
Our ranch-house mantel has a lit cow head
along with the nativity hurricanes and poinsettia.
Let there be light
in the darkness!
He is LIGHT of the world.