Christmas Poetry

My Heart Returns to Bethlehem

My heart returns to Bethlehem

At Christmastime each year

As earth awaits the manger King

With angels bending near,

I journey with the Wise Men

To worship the King

And wonder as I seek Him

Which gift I should bring.

What shall we give the Christ Child,

Unworthy as we are?

Perhaps a blanket for His bed,

Perhaps a shiny star!

Perhaps I'll read Him poetry

Or sing a lullaby,

Or maybe I'll hold His hand

If He begins to cry,

My heart returns to Bethlehem

At Christmastime each year

And kneels beside a manger

To shed a joyful tear.

 

 

Author Unknown