from google dot com
WE LOWED
I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea;
They traveled, to our lowly cattle shed;
And there it was, that ox, and I cattle, had
Witnessed the birth; of this dear sweet lad
The baby Jesus He
Awoke, to receive the gifts
From the Magi three;
Gold Frankincense and Myrrh, they did bring,
And at his feet, they laid it in the hay;
You'd swear He was a king.
© gillena cox, Pink Crush page 42
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