Hark! Where lies a foreign star,
Whose pull mere men cannot resist.
Away, away, the time has come,
Let us leave now with kingly gifts.

For many miles we travelled on,
The star our ever-guiding light.
Though even wise men can know fear,
There was no darkness in deepest night.

A blessed day, a divine day,
When holy Bethlehem came to view.
Though we be kings, we learned to kneel,
For one who God had chose to rule.

He lay in a stable as we approached,
With mother Mary looking on.
And as we came to journey’s end,
The angels played a heavenly song.

He kept the company of goats and lambs,
A king for all, the high and low.
But now for gifts, we pay our dues,
With frankincense, myrrh, and heavy gold.

And now the moment had arrived,
My crown came off, I fell to my knees.
And held the saviour of all mankind,
Through whose eyes our God does see.

Though blessed Mary bore some concern,
How could I ever mean to harm,
The king of men, the saviour of men,
Whose grace I now held in my arms.

We three Magi showed our respects,
And left with hearts so filled with love.
Though kings may try and kill the Lord,
We all will live with God above.

– Ryan Mellino