I see camels kneeling in the sand,
Watchful servants by their side,
Three magi knocking at the door,
Where the wondrous star did guide.
Asks he who holds the oil lamp high,
“Who is there who calls so late?”
Inquiring watchers of the sky,
Three weary travelers at the gate.
The guardian of the gatehouse sighs,
The traveler’s rest is full, he knows.
“There’s no room here, he says at last.”
The heavy door begins to close.
A soft glow in a distant stable,
Cattle lowing in the night,
Guide three searchers to the place
Where they find the child of light.
Star of wonder, angel greetings,
Praise and honor, shepherds kneeling,
Joyful searchers far from home,
Pounding hearts and frosty breathing.
Untying now their sandal cords,
Three searchers enter there unshod.
Behold the blessed child of promise,
Regard ye kings the face of God.
Come near ye king with gold to offer,
Heartbeat racing, breathless awed.
Draw ye close where eyes meet eyes,
Behold ye king the eyes of God.
King with frankincense approach,
Bearded seeker, bring your laud.
Kneeling now, extend your hands,
Receive the blessing touch of God.
King with fragrant myrrh to share,
Pilgrim seeker, eyes in flood,
Kneeling on the cold dirt floor,
Gently kiss the feet of God.
A small child in this humble place,
Angels watching, reverent, awed.
A small light shining in the dark,
Child of blessing, love of God.