Greet the Little King

Greet the little King, who has been born in a cold manger on the holiest of nights; and by the glitter of a descending star, He will spread peace in the land... follow the shepherds and find that sight! My gift to Him is my joyful song, and with this clarinet I will usher in His coming... walk side by side with the pretty angels and rejoice; bring Him your gift, and surround Him with joy! See the three Magi arriving on jewel-draped camels, holding in their laps the gifts of His destiny. A winter's night has always been completely bright, every hill is hidden by darkness, but an heavenly light appears across the frosty sky of Bethlehem, while divine voices announce Emmanuel's glorious birth, everyone wakes up and sees that star and follows it; and where it stops, they find a baby without a crown. Greet the Son of the Highest, the Wonderful Redeemer, whom the Virgin Mary has borne in the humblest of places... in the small town without a temple, or a palace for the Emperor, where Mary and Joseph will train their child in Godly ways; greet the little king, He will smile and invite you in, and His smile will spread peace beyond the star-lit hill. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci