At God’s court they told me to come.
So I went God and God told me
that he was going to send his son
And wise men to him was I to lead.
So I flew so close to the world
that I could see these men
and downwards, strongly, brightly hurled
my light to be a guide to them.
And there they saw me in the east
my light to lead the way,
and so they left to worship the least
yet greatest man who came to save.
On through the desert, on through the night,
stopping and resting through the day.
Pouring my soul into my light,
On wards, always, leading the way.
At times we got a little lost
so that prophecies would be fulfilled.
And because of this we payed the cost
of a generation slaughtered, killed.
At last I led them to the small house
that was graced by a growing boy so small.
And they got down before they virgin and her spouse
and worshiped their son, the Lord of all.
After these I was no longer needed
so I went back up to God.
Who sent down a warning wisely heeded
and I shall never forget my brightest job.
Thoughts From a Tree 