The King of Christmas
A King with no castle, no money, no throne.
A King with no palace that he could call home.
A King with no weapons, no army, no crown.
A King born by starlight in Bethlehem town.
A King whom the angels called Saviour and Lord.
A King whom the shepherds and wise men adored.
A King who was laid in a manger at birth.
A King with no kingdom to rule while on earth.
A King who would serve, who refused to be served.
A King who declined the acclaim he deserved.
A King who is humble, a King who is kind.
A King offering peace unto all humankind.
King Jesus, whose star has not ceased to shed light,
the King born of Mary that first Christmas night.
A King with no palace that he could call home.
A King with no weapons, no army, no crown.
A King born by starlight in Bethlehem town.
A King whom the angels called Saviour and Lord.
A King whom the shepherds and wise men adored.
A King who was laid in a manger at birth.
A King with no kingdom to rule while on earth.
A King who would serve, who refused to be served.
A King who declined the acclaim he deserved.
A King who is humble, a King who is kind.
A King offering peace unto all humankind.
King Jesus, whose star has not ceased to shed light,
the King born of Mary that first Christmas night.
This poem is copyright (©) Rhona Stephens 2024
About the Writer
Rhona Stephens
Rhona grew up in Northern Ireland, went to university in Wales, moved to England for a while, then headed north of the border to live in Scotland. She loves words and music, living in the country and visiting the coast - especially the north coast of Ireland.