More than song

More than song

By:Rusty Cason

High up in the rafters of the stable where I stay,

A miracle occurred that still amazes to this day.

On Christmas Eve, the 24th, amid much stress and strife.

A King was born that changed the course of every human life.

I was there that special night, high up above the door,

And there I witnessed something I had never seen before.

A woman and a man came to us, with no place else to stay.

She came and had her baby in the stable, on the hay.

I knew that something magical would happen there that night.

A star shone overhead that lit the darkness with its light.

They came from everywhere, they said, "We've seen the blessed star."

A prophesy was told, that brought the wisest from afar.

They claimed he was a king and then they bowed down by his side.

Gifts were given to him, some were brought with greatest pride.

I watched in awe, surprised, at all the gifts that they did bring,

Ashamed, as I had nothing that was worthy of a king.

I thought for just a moment, then I knew that I was wrong.

I placed my legs together and I played a special song.

While I was just a cricket in the rafters up above,

The gift I gave was small but it was given out of love.

The stables glowed with light as I heard angels sing on high.

I sang along with them until I thought that I would cry.

There are no words to use, no way to speak of what I felt.

I sang and played my song until I thought my heart would melt.

The greatest thing came over me, that night the star shone bright.

I realized my size, had not a thing to do with might.

Christmas Eve will find me where the love-light gleams,

High up in the rafters where the Star of David beams.

Through those rays of light that led to where the infant lay,

My song can still be heard on Eve of every Christmas day.

By: Rusty Cason