The Three Kings

Still lies the sand in the sleepy dark of night,
A lone star glimmers, a glorious holy night.

Far to the east live three wise kings,
They look to the sky as an angel starts to sing.

“Do not fear,” says the angel to the men.
“I bring news of a child born in Bethlehem!”

“Follow the star that burns oh so bright,
In a manger you’ll find him this very night.”