by Teri B. Clark
A shining split the darkness
A choir came to call
The shepherds heard the wondrous news...
A babe to save us all
A twinkling star in Heaven's sky
The Magi saw it there
They gathered all their treasured gifts
To give to baby fair
A rising sun, a setting moon
The days went always on
Till light was streaming gently down
On God's begotten son.
A bending knee at Jesus' feet
Though a mere child was he
The Magi knew he was the King
That came to set them free.
Copyright 2008 Teri B. Clark
1 comment:
I like this poem, Teri.
What are you writing these days?
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