'The Three Gifts Of The Magi'

Gold they brought for Him,
In essence: the best - of us;
Our treasures laid down..

Frankincense, for gods;
Now reverence but to One,
This silent sleeping child..

Myrrh, for the coming
'Tis of sacrifice and death
Done in love, for us..

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The above was not the whole message / sermon which I heard [semi-heard (?) - the cumulative effect of sleeping a few hours less due to the addictiveness of surfing the internet; powered by broadband and three-in-one coffee packets] at service which I attended yesterday morning - it was but a fragment of it, but (it) had hit a certain spot in my heart - and so here it is, in my attempt at poetry: an opinion / thought on the gifts from the Magi to the infant Jesus.