For the feast of Epiphany. First, lyrics set to the tune Old 100th (“Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow”):

 The Star
 
 Blinded by day's relentless light,
 deafened by frenzy's cry for more,
 seek we the solace of the night
 and new-made star that calls us forth.
  
 Rising beyond the signs we've known,
 lighting the road we've never seen,
 shines what the world has never shown:
 the path of peace and pastures green.
  
 Steer by the starlight; rest by day,
 heeding no hail of wealth or fame.
 Hear only what the star shall say
 that calls us evermore by name.
  
 Come, follow now the flaring guide;
 bring all within you, deep and dark,
 for in our darkness shall abide
 the bright'ning stillness of that star. 

 Messianic Origami
 
 From every corner of the world they come,
 like folding a great map to make a star.
 The corners touch the center; heights become
 a valley fold, to mark the place you are:
 Oh, Zion, all the lands will come to you,
 not for yourself or any beauties there,
 but for the one who graces you, imbues
 you with his presence, though he's everywhere.
 He makes of you the center, roads your spokes;
 your star's circumference churns the world to dust,
 spinning, collecting every smallest mote
 'til we converge in you, the nova's burst.
 He folds the map again, into your heart,
 and we in blessèd fusion light the dark.