
A little Child, A shining star,
A stable rude, The door ajar.
Yet in that place, So crude, forlorn,
The hope of all the world was born.
(unknown)

Notes on the Journey
A little Child, A shining star,
A stable rude, The door ajar.
Yet in that place, So crude, forlorn,
The hope of all the world was born.
(unknown)