Getting Back To The Stable At Christmas
The rancher rode his horse one night, the snow piled on the trail
He’d traveled far to get back home, but feared that he might fail
But when the stars shone brightly; he knew he wouldn’t stray
The wise men must have looked above and followed that same way.
He wondered if young Joseph felt the way that he did now
He heard the sound of animals, some sheep perhaps a cow
He saw the barn just up ahead; the open door, the hay
Young Mary must have looked ahead and seen it that same way.
He tied his horse inside the barn but tiredness settled in
Thursday, November 16, 2006