That King, before whose majesty
the fire-bright angels tremble still,
is now a babe in Mary’s arms
and subject to a mother’s will.
Earth is his footstool, yet her home
is all the universe he sees;
the Lord of Lords--a little child--
explores his world on hands and knees.
How new the helplessness of God!
the action, terrifying, bold!
and how prophetic were those gifts
of myrrh and frankincense and gold!
For, when the Wise Men worshipped him
and offered presents from the East,
such gifts paid homage to a king
who is both sacrifice and priest.
At Christ’s profound humility
both earth and heaven in wonder gaze;
this Child, the Incarnate Word of God,
is worthy of all highest praise!
Text by Rae E. Whitney, 1986
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