We got a little wise man today, with some peppermints and cookies. Our little stable is getting quite full. C thinks it's funny because, usually, you get the baby Jesus last - but everybody came to see him, so they're all there waiting on him. Matthew 2:10
10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.
We Three Kings
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel so far,
Field and fountain,
Moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Oh star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to they perfect light.
Born a king on Bethlehem plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity night,
Prayer and praising, All men raising,
Worship him, God on high.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
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