WISE MEN

Through cross, my heart a cradle now
for our Emmanuel.
Way He will come I know not how;
I search for wise to tell.

And then in distance I see three
on camels from the East,
And in the sky a star I see.
I know my search has ceased.

I follow those three men and star
with yearning in my soul,
And hope leads me to door ajar–
step through and love enfolds.

A cradle in a manger there
holds One who enters me;
No longer is my cradle bare–
through faith He enters free.

Near Babe is wisest one of all
who said, “To me be done”;
Forth from her wisdom God had called
to bear His only Son.

Now all are wise will her Son bear
in cradle of their hearts,
And breathe through Him pure heaven’s air,
as faith shapes wisdom’s part.