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.
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.
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.
29 Nov 2010
