I knew not, where from they came <br />but from the mouths of all <br />The story was the same <br />Nazareth in Gallilee, <br />To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea; <br />They traveled, to our lowly cattle shed; <br />And there it was, that ox, and I cattle, had <br />Witnessed the birth; of this dear sweet lad <br />The baby Jesus He <br />Awoke, to receive the gifts <br />From the Magi three; <br />Gold Frankincense and Myrrh, they did bring, <br />And at his feet, they laid it in the hay; <br />You'd swear He was a king. <br />(2006)<br /><br />Gillena Cox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-lowed/
