Today I will be sharing a short poem I did about the birth of Jesus and the three wise men and co to celebrate this Christmas. I hope you all have a lovely day on Christmas day and get all the things you wanted if you are not around do come back when you can this is running until the 6th of January but you can come back at any point to catch up on the days you haven’t read yet and will soon be available on a special page I make for all the advent posts I made.
NEWBORN KING
It shines in the night and from afar,
Onwards to Bethlehem
Follow the star,
Riding the camel through the night,
Hoping to get there
Before daylight,
They bared gifts and as they travel they sing,
For they had a prophecy
Of a king,
Some were jealous and were unsterile,
He was a paranoid man
And wanted his peril,
He didn’t know what was to follow,
How they tried to break him down
And make him hollow,
In the land of heaven the angels would sing,
Glory to the newborn king,
He sits in a cradle with a radiant glow,
The cradle is cosy
And there’s straw below,
No room at the inn it was the label,
So they took their chances
In a stable,
This is where the meeting took place,
Between them and three wise men
Who was off the ethnic race,
They showed them the gifts and talked about him,
Jesus Christ
The newborn king,
News spread around the town,
And everyone came
To see what was going down,
From near to far they came,
To see the newborn king,
And his short reign,
As I said there was some fury,
But that’s no way
To end a story,
His struggles were great even from the start,
He’s strong as an ox
Pulling a cart,
He was tucked underneath a angels wing,
And that’s the story
Of the newborn king,