Here is a kind of poetic reflection that I wrote for Epiphany…
What King is this,
That the stars have changed their course?
What King is this,
That the heavens should shift?
What King is this,
Born to be king of the Jews?
We must go and search for him,
Bow down and worship him,
The One who is born king of the Jews.
What King is this,
That struck such fear in Herod’s heart?
What King is this,
So long expected and foretold?
What King is this,
Born to be king of the Jews?
We must go and search for him,
Bow down and worship him,
The One who is born king of the Jews.
What King is this,
That the teachers do not seek him?
What King is this,
that none has known to find him?
What King is this,
Born to be king of the Jews?
We must go and search for him,
Bow down and worship him,
The One who is born King of the Jews.
Who is this King,
Born into an ordinary family?
Who is this King,
Born just like you or me?
Who is this King,
Born to be king of the Jews?
Come and meet him,
Bow down and worship him,
The One who is born King of the Jews.
Who is this King,
Worshipped by people afar?
Who is this King.
Who touched the untouchables and welcomed the outcast?
Who is this King,
Born to be king of the Jews?
Come and meet him,
Bow down and worship him,
The One who is born King of the Jews.
Who is this King,
Who died on a Roman cross?
Who is this King,
Who bore our guilt and shame?
Who is this King,
Who defeated death and rose again?
Who is this King,
Born to be king of the World?
Come and meet him,
Bow down and worship him,
The One who is born to be King of All.
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