The Wishing Star: A Christmas Poem

One lonely December night
I wished on my wishing star.
I wished that our Savior soon comes,
When singing came from afar.

My wishing star glowed brighter and brighter,
And I heard heavenly voices sing:
"Glory, glory, our Savior is born!
Glory to the newborn King!"

I ran across the desert sand,
On toward the shining light.
I ran, and as the night wore on,
My wishing star still glowed bright.

I ran on for one whole week
Until I stopped where my wishing star shone.
As I got closer to the little stable,
It appeared I was not alone.

On that night I saw the Savior,
Along with three kings from afar.
It would not have been that way for me
If not for my wishing star.