The Christ Child's Journey

The Christ Child's Journey

by H. Linn Murphy

Oh little town of Bethlehem

We see your lights afar

O'er lowing sheep, 

Our vigil keep

Beneath the glowing star

Tiny place all tuck'd away

Tho thou be passing small

Tonight you own

A babe not grown

The savior of us all. 

The angels sang that balmy night

Of baby come from Heaven

To save us all

From Satan's thrall

And all our flaws to leaven.

In Nazareth, the shelter place

The starlight-showered trail

Leads from the East

Both men and beasts

To baby's knee travail.

Again to Bethlehem they went

To share Passover's treat

The boy they found

With men drawn 'round

To worship at his feet

He traveled far from place to place

Down dusty roads and long

He healed the ill

And did God's will

He righted many wrongs.

Then in Gethsemane he bled

And suffered for our pains

He took the cup

And drank it up

No thought for his own gain.

Oh city of Jerusalem

With dusty steps replete

Tonight hath trod

The son of God

Along Golgothas street.

Now we must try to follow close

Along our Brother's trail

He led the way

Down to this day

Now it is our travail.