Finding what you will and won't

You won't find a queen

Giving birth to a prince,

In a palace of silver and gold;

You will find a young maiden

Giving birth to a son

In a stable so draughty and cold.

You won't find a cradle

Lined with rich padded silk, 

Nor a pillow of scarlet or red;

You will find a manger,

A baby lies there,

Only straw for His delicate head.

You won't find the richest

Or the powerful of men

Visiting that baby so fair;

You will find some poor shepherds

With their gift of a lamb

In that stable so mean and so bare.

You won't find a priest

Or a pharisee or scribe

Going to a place so cold;

You will find pagan kings

With gifts they did bring

Frankincense, myrrh and gold. 

You won't find a leader
Wearing a crown
Sitting on an earthly throne;
You will find the Saviour,
The Creator of the World
Dying, to call a people His own 

You won't find a light

In the dark heart of men

Until the truth breaks them free;

You will find a man

With wounds in His hands -

He got them at Calvary

© Carolyn Davison

 Written 2nd November 2012