Sunday, December 24, 2006

and kiss the feet of God

"Who knocks tonight so late?"
the weary porter said.
Three kings stood at the gate,
each with a crown on head.

The serving man bowed down,
the Inn was full, he knew.
Said he, "In all this town
is no fit place for you."

A light in the manger lit;
there lay the Mother meek.
This place is fit.
Here is the rest we seek.

Come, come.

They loosed their latchet strings,
so stood they all unshod
"Come in, come in, ye kings,
and kiss the feet of God."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i found my "Chanticleer Christmas" cd today. that song is on there and it has become one of my favorite songs ever.

merry Christmas to all.

~lindsey harrison lingerfelt