Although they did not know his name, they sought
Him in the bleak darkness of wintry night.
It defied all the wisdom they\'d been taught,
Yet they were drawn to a mystical light.
With pilgrims\' keen eyes, they transcribed the stars.
They followed the Light until they found Him.
They offered gold, frankincence and myrrh.
To the new born King of Kings without sin.
They wondered how such bright glory dwelt there.
In a humble stable on hallowed ground.
Yet through it all, He slept without a sound.
They realised their riches weren\'t so rare,
Not compared to divine innocence\'s grace.
That blessed night, they perceived heaven on earth.