Gifts Unto The King

Across the years I seem to see,

Laden with gifts the wise men three,

Gold, frankincense, and myrrh they bring

To Bethlehem--unto the King.

In crowded streets I see appear

Hearts heavy laden, filled with fear--

I seem to hear the Master's plea,

"Your gifts to them are gifts to me."

As on that night long years ago,

Within the starlight's aureate glow;

Gold, frankincense, and myrrh I bring

To those in need--unto the King.

                                                                       V.C.