I GO OVER TO BETHLEHEM
There was a baby born in Bethlehem.I know they sayThat this and that’s in doubt, and, for the restThat learned men who surely should know bestExplain how myths crept in, and followers’ tales confused the truth.I know—but anywayThere was a baby born in BethlehemWho lived and grew and loved and healed and taughtAnd died—but not to me.When Christmas comes I see Him still arise,The gentle, the compassionate, the wise,Wiping Earth’s tears away, stilling her strife;Calling, “My path is Peace; My way is Life!”—Author Unknown.
There was a baby born in Bethlehem.I know they sayThat this and that’s in doubt, and, for the restThat learned men who surely should know bestExplain how myths crept in, and followers’ tales confused the truth.I know—but anywayThere was a baby born in BethlehemWho lived and grew and loved and healed and taughtAnd died—but not to me.When Christmas comes I see Him still arise,The gentle, the compassionate, the wise,Wiping Earth’s tears away, stilling her strife;Calling, “My path is Peace; My way is Life!”—Author Unknown.
There was a baby born in Bethlehem.I know they sayThat this and that’s in doubt, and, for the restThat learned men who surely should know bestExplain how myths crept in, and followers’ tales confused the truth.
There was a baby born in Bethlehem.
I know they say
That this and that’s in doubt, and, for the rest
That learned men who surely should know best
Explain how myths crept in, and followers’ tales confused the truth.
I know—but anywayThere was a baby born in BethlehemWho lived and grew and loved and healed and taughtAnd died—but not to me.When Christmas comes I see Him still arise,The gentle, the compassionate, the wise,Wiping Earth’s tears away, stilling her strife;Calling, “My path is Peace; My way is Life!”—Author Unknown.
I know—but anyway
There was a baby born in Bethlehem
Who lived and grew and loved and healed and taught
And died—but not to me.
When Christmas comes I see Him still arise,
The gentle, the compassionate, the wise,
Wiping Earth’s tears away, stilling her strife;
Calling, “My path is Peace; My way is Life!”
—Author Unknown.