THE GIFT OF THE MAJI

Three Kings followed a star,

Studying the heavens from

afar.



They knew the king would be

born,

Sometime in the early morn.



In Jeruselem they did meet,

Asked about a baby so

sweet.



They saw a star ever so high,

Above a stable, in the sky.



This is the saviour, born on

earth,

Honor him with gifts and myrrh.



They had a dream from God, that

day,

Go home now, don't delay.



Joseph also had a dream,

God told him of Herod's scheme.



To kill baby Jesus, was his

plight.

Joseph, and Mary escaped at

night.



In Egypt they had to stay,

Until Herod's life had passed

away.

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vilmazab's picture

This is good too, Aries can surely write, if you know what I mean..love your new pieces, keep it up.

S74rw4rd's picture

Uh . . . the proper term, Magi, is spelled slightly differently than appears in your title. Just a passing observation as I browsed your collection of Biblical poems. I would love to ask a couple of more questions about your style, but would rather wait for permission before proceeding.


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