Finding Redemption
A Poem by Amber North
Sent by a man with
malicious intentions,
Magi were on the search—
They journeyed to a town
to find a boy whose eyes
foresaw their rebirth.
The star stood still
on the One who would
supply pure rest.
The degree of His splendor
never to be measured;
redemption laid in His hands.
Did they know this child was
the giver of life?
Crimson would turn white,
just as Isaiah had foretold.
The gift of His birth was worth
far more than gold.
Dreams sent warnings,
leading them to choose
a new route home—
more loyal to the King of Kings
who descended from Heavenly throne.