Days were cold. Nights were bleak
that time so long ago.
Wise men wandered through the land,
uncertain where to go.
They had heard a king was born,
of David's royal line.
Thus they roamed the darkened hills,
the Son of God to find.
As they rode a golden star began to
light their way
to the place a newborn King
slept softly in the hay.
Three kings knelt before a child-
amazed at what they saw.
Emmanuel, the promised one,
was nestled in the straw.
Kings and poor together would
come to praise the King.
Off'ring gifts of gold and myrrh
as angels' voices sing.
Gloria! The King is born!
Come worship one and all!
Jesus Christ, the Child of God,
lies sleeping in a stall.
Copyright ©2000 Judith Regini
