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I approach your manger,

empty-handed

with nothing to offer you.

No gold, frankincense, nor myrrh

to lay at your feet,

only scarred knees.

I bow down before you,

Baby Jesus, my King

the child who saved me.

You did not expect

anything from me,

instead offering yourself.

I approach your throne,

fully forgiven,

because of your gift.

I fall on the ground,

presenting my life

in worship to you.