Fall Down and Worship

I have the wisdom of the East Have studied the stars Poured over the ancient scrolls Made discoveries like thunderbolts. But now I journey With some learned friends And the trip seems “One-of-a-kind”. A King is expected The fates tremble with anticipation. Even our desert mounts Sense a change As they plod and jangle Over the miles. The heavenlies show One Great Star In unprecedented alignment. We are onto something. Gifts in hand. David’s City comes into view. The small house…the doting little mother. The Child in precious simplicity. We have found the Truth. We fall down And worship Him. No longer able to stand On our own two feet. (Matthew 2: 11)