Come To Bethlehem With Me

Come travel to the town of Bethlehem with me Let’s observe the venue, reflect upon what we see I see a place where politics is harsh and shrewd Where feeling forgotten, people have a vile mood I see an Emperor who made a great decree Go home take the census; you owe taxes to me I see a young man, responsible, able, and proud Who complied with the order, did not complain loud I see significance in his ancestral line The connection must be claimed, they could not decline I see a young woman, greatly pregnant with child Her time would come soon; the journey would not be mild I see a man and woman, tested but in love Confused, yet convinced of their mission from above I see a crowded town without a lodging place For poor strangers there was little mercy or grace I see the pain of labor, loneliness, and stress With groans, desire, and effort; a birth did progress I see a happy face, immaculate with joy Overflowing with love for a her baby boy I see a stable, filled with the stench of manure No place for a new born, vulnerable and pure I see a child lying on a mattress of hay Who humbly had arrived in the natural way I see a baby wrapped securely in strips of cloth One sent from heaven resting in a feeding trough I see a proud mother gazing at her first born Unaware that others will stare at him with scorn I see a town that ignorantly missed the sign Thus ignored the presence of this infant divine I see shepherds on guard in the dark of the field Keeping watch over their flocks with protecting shield I see night interrupted by an angels face As the glory of the Lord was shone in that place I see heavenly beings with great news to proclaim The joy of one who surpasses every name I see a choir of angels as their voices ring Glory to God in the highest heaven they sing I see them praising God in sounds of sweet release God sends His favor, in Messiah there is peace I see shepherds, curious, gazing, with minds stunned Leaving their flocks at night to see what had been done I see action, let’s go to town right now and see This savior the angels sang about with such glee I see a young family, a man and his wife Loving and guarding their child, in a world of strife I see shepherds, with amazing joy in their eyes Who left telling a story of this great surprise I see a mother treasuring the day’s events Pondering her involvement in God’s great intents I see myself, a sinner, as part of the story Praise Jesus my savior, to God be the glory.