I do not know how long the Wise Men sought
The guidance of the star of Bethlehem
Before they worshiped at the Christ Child’s feet.
It was an unknown path confronting them.
Half buried lay their hearts in Wise Men’s lore
And superstition common to their day.
But underneath and piercing through there came
A call for Him-the Light, the Truth, the Way.
The dangers which they passed I cannot trace;
They had no sacred scroll to give them light.
But, trusting in the guidance of a star,
God saw their faith and brought them through the night.

So let us trust that God may guide our hearts
Through all the tangled maze of man-made creeds,
O’er rocky roads where dogma would withstand,
Through deserts of tradition with their needs,
Until a fuller revelation dawns.
Our hearts have caught the gleam of Christ our star,
And as we follow on in all its light,
The Lord will bring us even from afar.
Thus with angelic hosts and men below,
Our seeking hearts may be a place made meet
To worship and adore the Holy Child,
And lay our humble gifts at His dear feet.