I am no ancient, no shepherd, no king,
I have no gold, no gift do I bring,
I'm only a man here who's remembering
When this lonely stable held court to a King.
I came seeking wisdom--nearly missing great grace!
The hope of all ages lingers still in this place,
The wind carries whispers of cries from that night,
When all those who sought Him found joy in His light.
The Court of a King, David Canfield and Pat Peterson
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