The
star had started in the east moving slowly across the sky,
I searched the books but none would tell me the reason why.
There were two other star-gazers (we were called kings too),
We sat down in deep discussion wondering what next to do.
I searched the books but none would tell me the reason why.
There were two other star-gazers (we were called kings too),
We sat down in deep discussion wondering what next to do.
We had heard
stories of a great king to be born in the west,And wondered if the bright star would guide us on our quest.
A sense of emergency engulfed us, felt we had to travel fast,
To go where the star led us, hoping its brilliance would last.
We soon reached Judaea where King Herod reigned supreme,
His teachers of the law could tell if the news was just a scheme.
The king was mad; he was
not told a Messiah would be born,
And madder when he learned it was prophesied centuries gone.
And madder when he learned it was prophesied centuries gone.
The king wanted to know the first time the star had appeared,
And that we should tell him the exact place of the baby's birth.
“Return the same way,” he said, “when you've seen the baby,”
“I'll worship him too.” He allowed us to continue our journey.
The star soon stopped above a stable in the town of Bethlehem,
We saw cattle, sheep, a couple and a baby asleep among them.
The scene was so breathtaking we fell on our knees with awe,
In homage to the baby whose coming had been foretold before.
Gifts of gold,
frankincense and myrrh we placed before Him,
And heard with joy of shepherds and the angels glorious hymn.
The night came to a close, as we faced the early morning sun
We felt blessed for the chance to adore God's Chosen One.
And heard with joy of shepherds and the angels glorious hymn.
The night came to a close, as we faced the early morning sun
We felt blessed for the chance to adore God's Chosen One.
29 Nov 2010
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