“Your Bethlehem”

By Chris Bridges

Weary travelers set about

To Bethlehem for a Roman count.

A virgin mother, Joseph her aid,

Looking there for a place to stay.

No lodging there for a special birth,

The world knew not yet of His worth.

A place where animals fed and slept

Transformed to a place where Messiah was kept.

Shepherds bowed to the angels’ story

Of the mighty King of glory.

Many would then think it stranger

That Jesus was born in a manger.

Rushing now then to the stall,

They found Him there, our All-in-all.

And later, Magi from far off lands

Also beheld the Son of Man.

Today, through clouds of deepest gloom

Our heart may have an empty room

Invite Him in this Christmas night

And you too may now find the light

One brighter than that Christmas star

Your Bethlehem is not that far.