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 Stephens grew up in Northern Ireland and now lives in Scotland. She loves words and music, living in the country and visiting the coast, especially the north coast of Ireland. You can find her poems for children in Tyger Tyger, The Toy, Parakeet, Dirigible Balloon, PaperBound and Charles Causley Trust.