 |  By Sharma Krauskopf | |
| By Sharma Krauskopf | |
This Child
by Moira Kerr
Three wisemen came from countries a far.
The sky was full of light
They saw a brightly shining star
High above Bethlehem, high above Bethlehem that night.
It brought them to a stable bare.
And through the dimness of the light
They saw a baby lying there.
They bowed their heads in prayer
They bowed their heads in prayer
That night.
And they brought mryth, frankincense, and gold
It is the greatest story ever told.
They laid such riches by him there
In his little stable so cold, so humble and so bare.
And these men the high born of their land
Who see such great and wondrous things.
This child all wrapped in swaddling bands
One day he would be, one day he would be,
King of kings.
And they brought mryth, frankincense, and gold
It is the greatest story ever told.
They laid such riches by him there
In his little stable so cold, so humble and so bare.
And they brought mryth, frankincense, and gold
It is the greatest story ever told.
They laid such riches by him there
In his little stable so cold, so humble and so bare.
This Child
This Child
Happy Holiday to everyone from "countries a far"