Where is Our King?

"Where is Our King? Our Holy King?
Perhaps, in this palace on the Square?
No, I guess we are mistaken.
The Holy Christ Child lies not there."

We search the streets, determined.
Our camels begin to balk.
Weary from their heavy loads,
look as if they can just barely walk.

The servants are all complaining,
grumbling about which way to go,
Skeptic of the prophets and their stories,
not believing that they are so.

"Following a star,
which will lead to a King?
Who on earth, has ever heard of such a thing?"

"The keeper of the Inn,
with his tired and sleepy eyes,
directing us to a stable,
could he be telling us a lie?"

"Where is Our King, The Holy King,
Who has come to save mankind?"
"Is He lying in a lowly manger;
Is it true, in the stable, we'll find?"

A rank of strangers gathered,
to seek the Holy Emmanuel,
to gaze upon His radiant face.
This Child, in every heart shall dwell.

The Precious Babe lies sleeping,
Our Lord Jesus so tenderly rests.
This Blessed Child of Mary, will someday lead,
His Name, every tongue confess.

His tiny fingers, drawn tightly clenched,
which, someday, just by His touch, shall heal.
Pure love exudes from this tiny little form,
as He lies silent, and perfectly still.

We truly behold Our Savior!!
Our newborn Redeeming King!
Our hearts, are joined, together, as one,
as we kneel, and gifts we bring.