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 start!
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.

Clay Harrison