Stopover In Bethlehem
A simple questHave to register
To vote and pay taxes
But the place is three days away
A pregnant wife on a donkey
Trekking through the desert
To get to Bethlehem
And when we arrive
There's no room anywhere
My son has to be born in a manger
Then all these strangers stop by
Giving him gifts and staring in awe
Like they have never seen a baby before
Makes me wonder whats to become
Of my son Jesus
What is a dad to do?
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