Christmas

Star
Born in the east
Risen from the least
A light to shine the way.

Three
The Kings of old
The ancient and bold,
Set to follow afar.

Many
The leagues they crossed
Despite what accost,
While the star led the way.

Cold
The stable lowly
Elevated Holy
by he who came to die.

One
The king of kings
The purpose he brings,
The world by him to save.



Wishing you all A Merry Christmas. God bless!


-An Ordinary