Bethlehem

Posted on Jan 01, 2005 | Tags: | Comments (0)

Hidden in the hay - Lay
The wealth of Heaven
In remembrance of Him I feast on unleavened - bread
And from the cup of blood shed - I drink
So that I can be cleansed from the impure thoughts I think
Unaware of how many times I sin
How many times I drive those nails further and further in
His hands and feet
With that kind of love I am unable to compete
But in this breath of God
I have been given grace to trod
Upon holy ground
And by faith I can be found
In the back rooms of priests
Even though I am the least
Of righteous men - Who follow him
But for he who transcend -ed the grave
I will eternally pave
His way with anointed rhymes
Until the end of time
I will verbally fight
With all my might
For the light
Christ brang on that night
Of His birth
And the sacrifice that saved the earth
I will take my place
Following the wise men’s pace
Who endlessly seek the face
Of the Creator of our race
And I will not cease
Until I find peace
In my Father’s will
So I am wary to never again fall ill
Into the world’s hands
To those who do not understand - His plan
For which we were destined
I will preach until all recognize
That none can be wise
Without looking through the Savior's eyes
And some will continually think Bethlehem was only a town
But I will know that this is the place where my Jesus was found.