All roads, lead to Bethlehem

My thoughts, lead to my Bethlehem

This time, my eyes are teary

Because I am wary

There isn’t my Mary

Yet its time, to spread the cheer

Not a time, to break a tear

For, with the child most adorable

Is born, a mother most admirable

Manger she turned, to a cradle

Warmer with love, and a cuddle

To face the world, I have no fear

For the grace I have, of my Mary dear

Travel not, many a mile

To ever feel, her charming smile

In your word, in your deed

Be their Mary, to those in need

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