Of King David’s Royal Line..


It was not two lowly peasants, on that night so long ago,
Who trod the road to Bethlehem where Cyrenius had them go,
But a man and wife of royal blood, of King David's royal line.
A prince and princess they would have been at some other point in time.
But David's house no longer reigned upon Judea's throne
For the land was in subjection to the Emperor of Rome
And Roman legions trod streets and roads of all of Israel,
While the faithful waited for Messiah to come, the King — Emmanuel.
No Royal Suite awaited them at the inn in Beth'lem town,
For when they sought for lodging, no room could there be found.
Naught but a lowly stable could be offered to them there,
A humble lodging, to say the least, for such a royal pair.
The woman, being great with child, in labour soon did lay,
And ere long brought forth a baby boy upon the bed of hay.
And to poor shepherds in the fields the host of heaven sings
For the child born in that stable there will be the King of kings.
Born of a virgin mother, Mary, herself of royal blood,
He was the Heir to David's Throne that the prophets had foretold.
The Son of God had come to earth from His home in heaven above
To dwell with men and to die for them to show His Father's love.
Wise men from far, far away came bearing gifts to Him
Of gold and frankincense and myrrh, as befits a Saviour King.
Not in a palace would He dwell, but a carpenter's humble home,
The perfect, sinless Son of God, heir to David's throne.
One day He would die upon a cross, rejected, despised of men,
To pay the price that God demanded as payment for their sin.
But the heavenly Heir to David's throne, born of the royal seed,
One day will reign as King of kings and Lord of lords indeed!

a. franklin staples
December 18, 1995

Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples