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creeped outHave you ever really paid attention to what you are singing?
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
~We Three Kings~
Yeah! Let's bring presents to the baby! Gold, frankinsence, and burial perfumes!!! :-P
2006-01-11 02:56 am (UTC)
Or maybe it was an omen to his death. Frankinsense is a purifying oil and myrrh is a burial oil. The gold is... um... well its gold, so its cool anyways ;)
2006-01-11 06:45 pm (UTC)
It all makes sense, but still is disturbing.
"Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshipping God on high."