They Travelled
They travelled from near and far
To stand beneath the shining star.
The light of a hundred suns
Greets the child,the only one.
For three wise men,a sacred guide,
For simple sheperds,a sacred guide.
Seemed like a dream to them,
A baby bron in Bethlehem,
As in a stable in humble hands,
Lies a child,the son of man.
Copyright © Brian Eatherton | Year Posted 2011
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