Unlike the shepherds,
on a nearby hillside, watching their sheep.
Not called by a choir of angels,
a chorus of heavenly host.
Reading the signs, as they did in Jerusalem,
traveling far, following his star.
By a faithfulness, greater than the people
the chosen ones.
Bringing gifts, these gifts,
in fulfillment, the birth, their gifts.
Believing where the select, the chosen did not,
traveling far, with real faith.
Following the star, the signs,
the coming of the newborn king.
January 2, 2009
Isaiah 60:1-6
Matthew 2:1-12
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Traveling Far
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