Bethlehem

Bethlehem, Oh Bethlehem.
A star at night had met with them.
HE was born, it began. God became man,
But then you cheered the death of Him.

Bethlehem, Oh Bethlehem.
Your name means ‘Bread of life.’
Yes, your path brought in life that would conquer the strife of this land
Precisely at the right timing.
Your people were dying, but Yahweh heard their crying: a search for satisfying.
Make a way, get ready you old barren land.
Just as your prophets foretold in stories of old,
Your King is alive, Emmanuel, a babe to behold.

Bethlehem, Oh Bethlehem.
Tied up in knots.
Cesar thinks he is God. But he’s not.
Born in a cave, in conditions of a salve, no room was made for the entryway of the
Son of Man.
Coming to Earth, humbled to birth, to show us our worth- In Him.

Bethlehem, Oh Bethlehem.
Breathe deep, you will be free.
The stress of your sacrifices freed by the exercises of True Love’s prices
That will give faces to the races and a place to take shape in
And bring hope to a world that there is no grace in.
You’ve read the stories of prophecies,
Believed in the midst of aristocracies,
That from Hosea to Isaiah,
From Elijah to Jeremiah,
From Obadiah to Zephaniah-
They were not liars, they spoke Truth.
And now, Truth has come to you.
To bridge the divide between mankind and divine
And make right, this bond that even you cannot unwind.

So what will you do?

The choice is yours.

Heaven opened up and Love pours.
Down on us, to resound in us.

The king is here, Emmanuel, God is with us.