Sitting lonely in the old valley, Upon the broken fence of time; While at the dead smile of the past, My cold eyes stare.
What is left of a memory shattered to pick,
If reality could lie?
I could have borrowed warmth
From a dead coal!
I had fastened my hope in man; My friends
I have wounded the heart of my Beloved, I have gone from him to another woman. Looking for love where there is none And now I'm so miserable with none to comfort.
Is it a wonder that I'm unhappy still?
The love I looked for, I could not see.
Now I hated the
Wise men came from the east to worship Jesus. They had seen his star, that it shone brightly. They had not seen any star so magnificent as this star was. And thus, they were brought to a state of awe and desired to worship Him. Matthew 2:2.
Have I also seen