Star It Is Afar The Herald That it brings Unequaled For the king of kings The son of God And foretold son of man Is now besought In a hovel, born in Bethlehem He will heal the sick And give life to the living and dead He wills to pick deaths crown From our heads coronating us in righteousness Bearing the thorns upon himself To a death on a tree, that beneath our tree we can share this gift We follow, He whom death could only borrow The broken Find healing So wise men Still seek Him To understand God's gift to man