The scroll is finished. Heart of mine,
Learn well the lesson of each line,
The warning whispered from above.
Another scroll God gives you here,
A new page for the untried year—
Oh, write it full of hope and love!
Learn well the lesson of each line,
The warning whispered from above.
Another scroll God gives you here,
A new page for the untried year—
Oh, write it full of hope and love!
THEIR GIFTS
FRANKINCENSE they brought Him and gold and myrrh,
Those men who came out of the dawn,
Each tracking his way from a far-off land
Through lush of blossom or drift of sand
To the manger where He was born.
Those men who came out of the dawn,
Each tracking his way from a far-off land
Through lush of blossom or drift of sand
To the manger where He was born.
Strange gifts for a child, but the wise men knew
All the wonder the future would hold;
For them His marvelous star had flamed white,
And each, by its calm, transfiguring light
Read the prophecies eons old.
All the wonder the future would hold;
For them His marvelous star had flamed white,
And each, by its calm, transfiguring light
Read the prophecies eons old.
And their three-fold gift they spread at His feet:
"Incense for a priest," one cried;
And one whose voice had a victory ring
Flung down his tribute: "Here's gold for a king!"
And: "Myrrh for healing," one sighed.
"Incense for a priest," one cried;
And one whose voice had a victory ring
Flung down his tribute: "Here's gold for a king!"
And: "Myrrh for healing," one sighed.
And the wise men's gifts foreshadowed His life—
Each bearing its mystic part—
Each bearing its mystic part—
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