Have you heard the news? A king is born!
Yes, a king, born on this winter's morn!
But He has no crown or lavish robes;
He lies in a manger, in swaddling clothes.
I long to visit this newborn king.
Alas, what gift shall I to Him bring?
I have no frankincense, myrrh or gold;
I have no treasure that He may hold.
As I pondered on some gift to bring,
I know what He deserves as my King;
My cherished treasure I will impart,
On this Christmas day, I give my heart.
© Loyd C. Taylor
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