Hope Of The Magi Poem by Albert Price

On a dark, mysterious and cloudless night,
A shooting star traces its way from the east.
God's shining divine messenger glows bright—
Directing the Wise Men's excursion for peace.

Knowing even God's folly can only satisfy,
The Magi choose not to ignore this holy clue.
They set out trailing this light in the sky
With promises of the Prince of Peace in view.

With no gifts fit to endow the sacred family of God,
They bear two symbols of man's generosity and gold.
Guided by the divine grace above on they trod
With sublime visions of God's realm to behold.