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December 7, 2009

THE BETHLEHEM BLUES

Filed under: poems — Philip @ 7:09 pm

Crawled up into Bethlehem, feeling ‘bout half past dead
Just really needed somewhere to rest my aching head
“Hey there Mr Innkeeper, can you tell me where I can stay?”
He just grinned, shook my hand and whispered “Allow me to lead the way”

I’d been walking with the Devil, walking side by side
He was filling my mind with lies and stuff pertaining to my bride
Innkeeper shouted over “Lucifer, leave that poor boy be,
She’s been true and she’ll produce your perfect match, presently”

Mary’d been carrying heavy, for the last few miles or so
Her time was coming up fast, she didn’t have long to go
“Joe, I can’t have my baby – not like this on the road –
I’m ready to show the world, the seed the Spirit sowed”

A bunch of shepherds ran into town, sweating hard from fear
“What been going down guys, what did you see up there?”
But they stood still with parchment faces, wouldn’t say a lot
Just stood around in wonderment, with eyes that had witnessed God

Two years later on, with my family on the run
Three kings rocked up on camels, they’d been following the sun
Their baggage seemed real heavy, they were all dressed mighty keen
The gifts they brought were the finest the world had ever seen

4 Comments »

  1. Written on Flight NZ001 out of LAX into LHR and inspired by a song from the film “It Might Get Loud” starring The Edge, Jimmy Page and Jack White

    Comment by Philip — December 7, 2009 @ 7:21 pm

  2. yeehaw

    Comment by admin — December 7, 2009 @ 9:34 pm

  3. I left my comfort zone for a place they called the hill,
    They said they didn’t think I’d go but I said I think I will,
    Striding up that endless mountain, the people asked me why,
    I said the view is beautiful I can see the endless sky.

    Comment by admin — December 7, 2009 @ 10:12 pm

  4. Excellent!

    Comment by Philip — December 7, 2009 @ 10:19 pm

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