When our kids were little, we would make a crown-shaped cake and decorate it with candy "jewels" to celebrate the wise mens' visit to the Christ child. The kids are no longer little--I must be feeling nostalgic, but that's okay.
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