Sages

Clanking armour and horses hooves
Over the hills and vale they come -
Watching a star with a wondrous light
Which beckons and points from the east.
"Sages, say, what do you think -
That bright star is saying to you?
Do you know where it leads?
Do you know what you'll find?
Sages, so wise, do say, please!
What are you carrying so carefully
It glitters like gold in the light:
Is it a present for a great Prince
Or even a King, this night?
What is that fragrance filling the air -
Bitter yet sweet perfume?
Is it frankincense again for a Prince
And does it herald some doom?
That beautiful jar, what does it contain?
You hold it so sacredly.
Not Myrrh for a burial, surely not that!
O Sages, - enlighten me!"
"Aye, you are right, a new Prince do we seek


Sages

And shall not cease 'till we find
A Babe bringing love for us all
A Prince of Peace so the Prophet foretold
And the star tells us all that we know.
Yes, for this little Prince is the gold,
The incense to sweeten his pain
Yea, and the myrrh for his burial!"
"O Glamorous wise men, why ride ye to him -
With such gifts so bitter and rich?"
"Say, we are drawn from the ends of the earth
To welcome the Babe who is King.
The gold for his crown 0 King of Kings.
The incense and myrrh for his death. He will take all our sins and make them his own Such love which He freely gives."
"So go on your way and we will come too
We will follow the star 'till it rests.
Maybe over his crib we can offer our love
To this wonderful Prince of Peace!"

Sheila Jakobsson