“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.
