How many small towns?
How many inns?
And how many stables,
As shelter for Him?

How many mangers,
There for His bed?
How many stars,
That night overhead?

How many gifts,
Did each Wiseman bring,
To honor and praise,
Their new born King?

How many angels?
How many doves?
How many signs,
Shown from above?

How many songs?
How many prayers?
How many blessings,
Needed to share?

How many Gospels?
How many Words?
How many Tidings,
Given and heard?

How many Fathers,
How many Sons?
How many Saviors,
For everyone?

How many crowns
Of thorns on His head?
How many tears,
That day for Him shed?

How many Nails.
Placed in each hand?
How many Crosses,
Martyred this Man?

How many tombs,
Could not hold Him in?
How many times,
Did He arise then?