Three kings traveled across the land, each riding with a clear purpose. A bright star guided them through the dark nights and long stretches of sand, never losing its place in the sky. They followed it faithfully, knowing it was leading them to a newborn King.
The first king carried gold, honoring the Child as a true ruler.
The second brought frankincense, offering it with deep respect.
The third brought myrrh, knowing the Child’s life would carry both greatness and sacrifice.
Their journey was slow but steady. They crossed hills, valleys, and quiet towns, keeping their eyes on the star that moved ahead of them. The light never failed, shining straight toward the place where the Child rested.
When they finally arrived, they entered with calm hearts. The star stood still above the spot. The kings knelt before the Child, placing their gifts before Him with quiet gratitude.
The night around them felt deep and full of meaning. Their long journey had ended with a simple sight— a small Child lying in peace—yet it was enough to fill their hearts completely.
We Three Kings
Composed by John Henry Hopkins Jr. in 1857 for a Christmas pageant in New York City. It became the first widely popular American Christmas carol.
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
