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 are you who call so late?”
Inquiring watchers of the sky,
Three weary travelers at the gate.
The guardian of the gateway bows,
The traveler’s rest is full, he knows.
“There’s no room here. The inn is full.”
The wooden door begins to close.
A small light in a distant stable,
Cattle lowing in the night,
Guide three magi to the place
Where they find the child of light.
Untying now their sandal cords,
Three searchers enter there unshod.
Kneeling on the cold dirt floor,
There they kiss the feet of God.
Come near ye king with gold to offer,
Heart pulsing pilgrim, breathless awed.
Draw ye close where eyes meet eyes,
Behold ye king the eyes of God.
King with frankincense approach,
White 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,
Behold the blessed child of promise,
Regard ye now the face of God.
A small child in this humble place,
Three searchers now here do applaud.
A small light shining in the dark,
Child of blessing, love of God.