Star of Bethlehem
My Cousin, God, and King,
my myrrh and frankincense
and gold I bring to give,
my treasure and worship
and human sympathy,
an offering complete.
With threefold gift I kneel,
with threefold heart I pray,
after too-long journey.
I looked for signs and saw
Your sign, drawing to You,
the language of heaven.
I asked for wise counsel,
consulted prophecies,
and so I came to You.
Reason and human aid
have lit the path like stars
that I may give my gifts,
until this rough stable,
this unexpected throne
of an ox's manger,
an end I had not thought,
and You, to whom I pray,
my Cousin, God, and King.
