Sleep would not come

so I stepped into the night air.

The night was brisk

as I tried to walk away my cares –

so many cares.

 

Even though I could not see

the steps that I did take

my path was worn and sure

forged by my mistakes –

a life of mistakes.

 

I wonder:

How did I get here?

This was not the plan.

I was to be a different person.

I cannot understand.

I do not even know who I am.

As I walk the streets of Bethlehem.

 

I am so alone,

the loneliness consumes me.

There is no light

to let me know who I should be –

who should I be?

 

When there is a choice to make

I always choose wrong.

I am never a winner

but a loser all along –

always choosing wrong.

 

I wonder:

How did I get here?

This was not the plan.

I was to be a different person.

I cannot understand.

I do not even know who I am.

As I walk the streets of Bethlehem.

 

A life as imperfect as mine

how can I ever hope to find

peace in my soul and love in my heart –

my broken heart?

Then I heard a baby’s cry in the dark –

a cry in the dark.

 

For some reason,

I searched willing and able

throughout the town

and I found a family in a stable –

a Babe in a stable.

 

I cannot explain it.

I wanted to sing

of hope and love and peace

to the Newborn King –

because of the King.

 

I wonder:

Why was I blessed to be there?

There must be a plan.

I am a different person

and now I understand

I know who I am

as I walk the streets of Bethlehem.

 

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