We Three Kings

What are you searching for? Where are your energies expended? Where do you feel stuck? 

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts, we traverse afar

     Field and fountain,

     moor and mountain

Following yonder star.

 

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain

Gold I bring to crown Him again

     King forever,

      ceasing never

Over us all to reign.

 

In a house of no renown, a family of no renown, King at this present moment, reigning over our chaos. 

Worthy of our gold, our treasure, all we own: King. 

Star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

 

Frankincense to offer have I

Incense owns a Deity nigh

     Prayer and praising,

     voices raising

Worshiping God on high.

 

Over all the distractions, the demands for our attention...

A child, worthy of our praise, our affections, our worship: our God. 

Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume

Breathes life of gathering gloom

     Sorrowing, sighing,

     bleeding, dying

Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.

 

Worthy of our griefs, our pains, our death and our life: our Lamb, our Sacrifice.

Will we bring our pain to him too? Will we trust him with it? Our grief is no less of a gift to bring, to place in his hands, the hands of the cross. 

Glorious now behold Him arise

King and God and Sacrifice

     Alleluia

     alleluia!

Sounds through the earth and skies. 

Yes, King and God and Sacrifice--and Risen Lord. Worthy is he. 

Whatever we have or do not have in our hands, whatever we have in our hearts, let us bring. For the God and King who knows what it means to traverse moor and mountain in this world, will receive us. 

Guide us to thy perfect Light. . . .