From my high tower first I saw it rise
the harbinger portending divine birth
a bright horizon star in the night skies
announcing heaven coming down to earth
Our caravan soon followed trade routes west
in search of a grand palace for this king
but over a poor town it came to rest
& local prophesies said the same thing
Would it be safe for us to see his face
or would such glory strike us to our death?
We each brought gifts with us in a jewelled case
& knelt before the door & held our breath
His mother laughed with joy when we inquired
To worship the God-child all we desired