The Last Wise Man - Bobbie Wayne

    I am the last wise man some think me unwise
    To seek a messiah in earthly disguise
    My camel is weary the way is so long
    What gift do I bear him? I bring him a song

    And I sing of the wind on a warm summer's night
    Or the way the sand sparkles in cold starry light
    Oh child, do you realize how fair is your earth?
    No goft I could bring thee that would equal its worth

    I am the last wise man my home it is far
    But my purpose in coming burns bright as a star
    To praise God's creation so that others might share
    In the wond'rous earthly treasure he left within our care

    And I'll sing of great fishes that abound in the sea
    And the nightingale's voice in yon pomegranate tree
    Or of crystal pure water from a deep earthen well
    Gifts more precious than frankincense too numerous to tell

    We are the last wise men we haven't a star
    And the gifts we can offer him lie right where we are
    We are the last wise men we haven't a star
    And the gifts we can offer him lie right where we are

    © by Bobbie Wayne

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