EPIPHANY

Through desert wind
And blinding sun
Through torrent, rain and flood 
Through fire and ice
The Magi come
To find the heart of God

Through stranger town
And darkened street
Through forest, green and fair
On sunlit road
With endless feet
To find a saviour there

Through ancient doors
The pilgrims go
Through loss and joy and pain
Where those upon this journey know
The beauty of the same

Through frankincense
And myrrh and gold
Such bitter scent, and sweet
Beneath the starlight bright and bold
We lay them at his feet

Through this, our worship
We have come
Where all our sorrows flee
This God incarnate, Holy One
Is our Epiphany