A dark night sky,
lit with polished light.
Harkens three kingly men nigh.
To see a babe on that silent night.
Gifts they carry,
No time to tarry.
On camel back,
Across the lands they track.
Dressed in colors for a king
Baring frankincense, myrrh and gold
They follow the star to where the angels sing.
Swaddled in a manger our savior they behold.
by
Katheran Hill © 2002
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