Satsang with Mooji Long years ago, on a deep winter night, High in the heavens a star shone bright, While in a manger a wee baby lay, Sweetly asleep on a bed of hay. Jesus, the Lord, was that baby so small, Laid down to sleep in a humble stall. Then came the star and it stood overhead, Shedding its light round his little bed. Dear baby Jesus, how tiny Thou art! I'll make a place for Thee in my heart, And when the stars in the heavens I see, Ever and always I'll think of Thee. Copyright © 2020 Mooji Media Ltd. All Rights Reserved. No part of this recording may be reproduced without Mooji Media Ltd.'s express consent.
