In our hearts, the story lives on:
A dark night, with one bright star,
Angel choirs singing to greet
Three wise travelers from afar.
Before beginning their journey
They'd pondered which gifts to bring,
Then chose gold, myrrh, and frankincense
Fit gifts for The Newborn King.
At a stable, they joined shepherds
Who had left their flocks that night.
Walking to the songs of angels,
They, too, followed the star's light.
Together, both high and lowly,
Knelt down on the earthen floor
Before the babe in a manger,
To worship and to adore.
Could any of that group have guessed
That all else would fade away,
But that Baby in the manger
Would still be worshipped today.
A dark night, with one bright star,
Angel choirs singing to greet
Three wise travelers from afar.
Before beginning their journey
They'd pondered which gifts to bring,
Then chose gold, myrrh, and frankincense
Fit gifts for The Newborn King.
At a stable, they joined shepherds
Who had left their flocks that night.
Walking to the songs of angels,
They, too, followed the star's light.
Together, both high and lowly,
Knelt down on the earthen floor
Before the babe in a manger,
To worship and to adore.
Could any of that group have guessed
That all else would fade away,
But that Baby in the manger
Would still be worshipped today.
