Towering before them, their own shadows,
Cast by the sun; have now left.
They are now nearing the sandy pyramids, the moonís light have split.
The insincere king inquiring of the place,
Delayed them some, but they picked up their pace.
They travel to present to Him, gifts.
As their camels tread the sands below,
And they catch sight of the stars that glow,
They find it impossible to count everyone.
So shall it be with Abrahamís seed,
Untold numbers will one day be,
Presenting to Him, gifts.
They think how precious Godís thoughts really are,
And just how great their sum.
They too, they deem, cannot be numbered,
And they indeed outshine the sun.
They must not tarry,
They must travel on to present to Him, gifts.
Before long, they are drawn to a resplendent sky,
And notice the sounds of sheep that cry.
They hear the voices of the angelic stars.
With awestruck faces, beholding the sight,
The shepherds run toward the northern light,
The star sought after all through the night.
Are they running to present to Him, gifts?
The City of David draws near,
As they climb briskly over the sandy hills.
There appears before them, the stables and inn,
And above, the Star of Bethlehem.
It is now time to present to Him, gifts.
Surely in the inn, the King is fast asleep,
But the star shines over where the animals do keep.
Surely not in a stable, rests our Immanuel,
Is this where we are to present to Him, gifts?
So they enter in so they might see,
Who was there to witness this foretold birth,
Horses, camels, oxen and sheep,
And watching in the rafters, a variety of birds.
They all desire to see the wise men, present to Him, gifts.
The shepherds are humbly kneeling nearby,
And they hear the sound of a babeís cry.
A holy cry resounding from the manger bed,
Where the animals, no doubt, have recently been fed.
Could this be? Surely not!
Tis no place for the Kingís first cot.
But snuggled warm in swaddling clothes,
They meet the babe, Jesus their Lord.
The Magi present to Him, gifts
Gold, frankincense and myrrh,
To bless this King and Priest; their blessed Savior.
The Magi fall down and to Him they give praise,
And then they recite this Holy phrase.
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign;
Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son,
And shall call his name Immanuel.
Mary beheld the wise men,
The shepherds and stock,
And she wondered;
One day, My Son shall give gifts to them all.
Isaiah 7:14 KJV
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