A Legend
There's a beautiful legend
that's never been told
It may been known
To the Wise Men of Old
How three little children
came early at dawn
With hearts that were sad,
To where Jesus was born
One could not see,
One was too lame to play
While the other, a mute
Not a word could he say.
Yet, led by His star,
They came there to peep
At the little Lord Jesus
With eyes closed in sleep.
But how could the Christ Child
So lovely and fair,
Not waken and smile
When He heard their glad prayer
Of hope at his coming,
Of faith in His birth,
Of the praise at His bringing
God's Peace to the earth?
And, then, as the light
Softly came through the door,
The lad that was lame
Stood upright once more.
The boy that was mute
Started sweetly to sing,
While the child that was blind,
Looked with joy on the king.
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