Unlike the
shepherds,
on a nearby
hillside, watching their sheep
at night, their
work.
Not called by a
choir of angels,
a chorus of
heavenly host
proclaiming across
the sky, the Messiah’s birth.
Reading the signs,
as they did in Jerusalem,
traveling far,
following His star
from their distant
land, in the east.
By a faithfulness,
greater than the people
the chosen ones,
Israel,
following His
star, a quest.
Bringing gifts,
these gifts,
that measured His
life, His death,
in fulfillment,
the birth, their gifts.
Believing where
the select, the chosen did not,
traveling far,
with real faith,
across the vast
wilderness.
Following the
star, the signs,
the coming of the newborn
king,
the Messiah,
Immanuel, born to us.
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edited June 28, 2014
Traveling Far – v2
January 2, 2009
Traveling Far
Isaiah 60:1-6
Matthew 2:1-12
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