THE FIRST CHRISTMAS - THE KINGS' TALE

Long, long ago
On the first Christmas morn,
A Bethlehem stable
Rundown and forlorn,
To Mary and Joseph
A saviour was born,
Proclaimed from the heavens
By Gabriel's horn.

A band of poor shepherds
Came first to the child,
Into his presence
They humbly filed,
He looked up and saw them
And softly he smiled,
Akin to his mother,
Both blessed and mild.

Then in the morning
A dozen days hence,
Drawn from afar
By a star most intense,
Three wise men came
Bearing gifts to dispense,
Of gold and of myrrh
And of sweet frankincense.

Herod they'd sought
In their search for a King,
The newborn Mesiah
Of whom angels sing,
News of the baby
He bade them to bring,
His pretense was worship
The truth no such thing.

Yet visions of murder
God sent to each mind,
No trace of the child
Did cruel Herod find.
He grew into manhood
Jesus meek and kind,
He aided the lowly
Gave sight to the blind.
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Long, long ago
On the first Christmas morn,
A Bethlehem stable
Rundown and forlorn,
To Mary and Joseph
A saviour was born,
Proclaimed from the heavens
By Gabriel's horn.

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