Christmas Poem

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
MenTo 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 handIf He begins to cry,
My heart returns to Bethlehem
At Christmastime each year
And kneels beside a mangerTo shed a joyful tear.

Life can be very busy and sometimes we don't stop to think of the things that matter most. So we'll use this opportunity to wish all those we may, in our hustle and bustle forget to wish, a very wonderful and memorable Christmas season and please remember why we celebrate!