The Gift of Love
a manger,” questioned the boy. “Is it not strange for a prince to come to such a lowly palace?”
“Yes,” said the old man, “it seems strange, but we know that He is truly the gift of love from God—His only Son who has been promised to us for, lo, these many years. I thank God that my old eyes have been permitted to see this heavenly vision. Come, we must go in haste to find Him.”
“What gift of love shall we carry to the King, Grandsire?” whispered the boy.
“The most precious thing we own,” answered the old man, “that which we love the best.”
“But we shepherds have no gold nor silver, nor sparkling gems fit for a king,” said one of the shepherds. “What, then, can we carry to this child?”
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