How far is it to Bethlehem? Not very far?
Shall we find the stable room, Lit by a star?
Can we see the little Child, Is He within?
If we lift the wooden latch, May we go in?
May we stroke the creatures there, Ox, ass, and sheep?
May we peep like them, and see Jesus asleep?
If we touch His tiny hand, Will he awake?
Will He know we'd come so far, Just for His sake?
Great kings leave precious gifts, And we have naught.
Little smiles and little tears, Are all we brought.
For all weary children Mary must weep;
Here, on His bed of stray, Sleep, children, sleep.
God in his mother's arms, Babes in the byre,
Sleep as they sleep who find their heart's desire.
I had not heard the song before but have fallen in love with the poetic simplicity of the message. I tried to sing it like I was telling the Christmas story and at least a couple of people heard it that way.
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