The Power of Truth

Over the desert land afar,Three wise men followed a glittering starTill it stood overhead where a young child layWith eyes just open to earthly day;Offering their gifts of frankincenseAnd gold and myrrh they departed hence:And thus was all wisdom's homage laidAt the feet of a humble little babe.All through the years since that glad dayThe world hears wisdom's lips still say,"Except as a little child ye be,Ye never the Kingdom of Heaven can see."And though the babe grew in stature fair,The soul of the child was always there,Reflecting the light of purity,Illumined by Love's humility.No wonder he taught dumb lips to sing,The blind to see, lame feet to springIn newness of life along the way,While hardened sinners learned to pray."I am the Way, the Truth, the Life."On Calvary's hill he conquered the strifeOf mortal hatred and proved the tombCould not hide Truth within its gloom.O wondrous hope! that again to-dayHe is revealing himself the Way.

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