Our Jesus From Galilee Christmas Poem

It must have been a long hard trip,
Into Bethlehem that day.
Mary's thoughts were filled with wondering
As they slowly went their way.

She wondered why the Lord chose her,
To be the Mother of his Son.
She thought of what His life would bring
What lay ahead for the Holy One.

At last the day was over
The inn was now in sight,
A place to rest her weary body
For this might be the night.

No room they said - no room at all,
And Mary's head did nod.
What was His plan? This was His Son.
She would have to trust in God.

A worried frown crossed Josephs brow,
He knew Mary's time was near.
We have to have a place he said.
We can not go from here.

The stable then, he pointed out,
That's the best that I can do.
There is no room within the inn.
That I can offer you.

We know not, if it was a building,
Or a cave against the hill.
Where she laid her precious Baby.
In a manger dark and still.

But, a King was born that night.
A King to set us free,
We praise Him now, and love Him
Our Jesus from Galilee.

Our Jesus from Galilee Christmas  
poem written by, Verna Parks.   

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