They saw the light of a star and left everything familiar behind. Night after night, the wise men traveled through desert and darkness, carrying gifts fit for a King they had never met. Their journey wasn’t about the distance—it was about the desire. When they finally stood before Jesus, they didn’t ask for anything; they simply bowed down and worshiped. That’s what true worship looks like—hearts that seek Him, hands that bring their best, and lives that kneel in awe before the Savior. Here I am to worship.