The Three Kings
“Who knocks tonight so late, 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 the manger lit; there lay the Mother meek.
Said they, “This place is fit; here is the rest we seek!"
They loosed their latchet strings so stood they all unshod.
Come in, come in, ye Kings, ye Kings, ye Kings!
And kiss the Feet of God.
Friday, January 09, 2009
My daughter's "other" church choir (she is an active member of 2 Lutheran congregatioins) sang a beautiful and affecting setting of this Healy Willan (fabulous church-music composer) carol in their Christmas "concert." While Ray Brown (of blessed memory) may have determined that the Three Kings is a Christmas story (and he's probably right, as we he was on most things), I offer it in Epiphany: