Verse 1 In a stable cold and lowly, heaven’s King is born tonight, Laid upon a bed of manger, wrapped in straw instead of white. Yet the wise men bow before Him, hearts and treasures they unfold, At His tiny feet they’re laying royal crowns of finest gold. Chorus Gold, frankincense, and myrrh, three gifts telling one great story: Of the cradle and the cross, and the empty tomb in glory. From His birth to dying breath, to the stone rolled back in light, Gold, frankincense, and myrrh proclaim the Christ, our King and Life. Verse 2 Rising from the coals of worship, holy fragrance fills the air, Like the prayers of all Your people, through the darkness, lifted there. You are God and High Priest for us, standing in the Father’s sight, Born to be the way to heaven, born to bring us into light. (Repeat Chorus - building) Verse 3 Gift of myrrh for One who’s coming not just into life, but death, Born to bear the world’s great sorrow, born to breathe His final breath. Yet the tomb could not contain Him, He is risen, Lord of all; Now His wounds perfume our future with the hope that death will fall. Final Chorus (triumphant) Gold, frankincense, and myrrh, three gifts telling one great story: Of the manger and the cross, and the risen King in glory. Every knee and tongue confess: Jesus Christ, the Lord of light. Gold, frankincense, and myrrh proclaim our Savior, King, and Life
