by @offgridlife on OGMedia
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Three kings with a caravan in tow,
Riding through sands where the night winds blow.
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh in hand,
Gifts for a baby, a King so grand.
Oh, the stars whispered secrets in the sky,
And they followed its beacon—no why, no why.
[Chorus]
Gold for His crown, so shiny, so bright,
Frankincense rising in holy delight.
Myrrh for the sorrow this world may bring,
Three magicians bearing gifts for the King.
[Verse 2]
Through deserts and dunes, they made their way,
Chasing a promise, a newborn day.
Camels swayed to the rhythm of time,
While the bells on their bridles jingled in rhyme.
Oh, the moon played a tune on Bethlehem’s breeze,
Three kings on a mission, crossing the seas.
[Prechorus]
Did they wonder, did they pause,
For a child in swaddling gauze?
[Chorus]
Gold for His crown, so shiny, so bright,
Frankincense rising in holy delight.
Myrrh for the sorrow this world may bring,
Three magicians bearing gifts for the King.
[Bridge]
Oh, wise men, what magic you’ve seen,
With your treasures and tales in between.
The world in a manger, so small yet so vast,
A moment eternal, a future, a past.
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