A weakened sun lightly fingers the early morn
Heralding the celebration, a saviour is born
For our sakes.
Through the darkened sky, a glittering star breaks
For his birth
Frankincense, gold and myrrh are a King’s keepsakes
In his worth.
Messages ripple across the breadth of the earth
Spreading the Gospel with merriment and mirth
Faith in the wondrous creator this babe doth instil;
With beautiful soaring voices, praising God’s will