It was in a little village,
on a simple village night,
when a message for the Ages,
was sent in Timeless Light.
The Star that shone above -
the music Shepherds heard,
was all a song of Love,
that carried God's own Word.
Today we still remember.
Beyond the city's rush;
beyond the tinsel of December,
the Truth calls forth a hush..
Some will pause to listen,
beyond the noisy throng,
they'll see the Star that glistens,
and hear the old sweet Song.
Somewhere in a little village,
a simple scene recalled,
still - in simple mangers,
the wondrous Starlight falls.
The Cowboy, and the cattle;
the Shepherd and the flock,
may hear the Angels singing,
and the Truth is not forgot.
Today we still remember.
Beyond the city's rush,
beyond the tinsel of December,
the Truth calls forth a hush.
Some will pause to listen,
beyond the noisy throng,
they'll see the Star that glistens,
and hear the old sweet Song.
In a little village, Christmas poem © by Betty J. Curtis.