Long ago on a starry night,
Especially one star shining bright,
Which shone to wise men from afar,
Those three they watched that burning star.

And from the East they came to West,
Along the road which they knew best,
To a city and not an inn,
Just a small stable and food bin.

And in amongst the fresh laid hay,
The little baby Jesus lay.
Looking up at these wise men three,
He looked at them and them at he.

They looked at Mary and to her,
Gave gold and frankincense and myrrh,
The shepherds watching flocks did sing,
In honour of the new born king.

We celebrate on Christmas day,
But as we celebrate I pray,
That the true meaning isn’t lost,
For God’s present does not cost.

For us he sent his only son,
Jesus came down for everyone,
Of everything that you receive,
All God asks is that you believe.

By Lloyd McLean (1993)

This poem is part of the Seasons of Emotion collection