Three wise men

Three wise men passed Herod’s palace
searching for the newborn king
keeping their countenance and grace
before again leaving.

In Bethlehem I saw three camels coming in
on Christ’s birthday
with little bells on the bridles ringing,
following a star at night, they never went astray

and when they met Him, saw the baby boy
they offered myrrh, gold and incense
and bowed cheerful in great joy
glad to be in the prescience

of the eternal king
and wanted to receive His blessing.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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