There's forty miles to go:

But each step feels that far...

I am cold, I am tired - 

Must we wander so far?

When I went to Elizabeth

those were sunny days,

I felt young and carefree

Now the burden: it weighs

Heavily on my body

Each muscle seems to ache

I am cold, I am tired -

Why did we leave it so late?

And the donkey, you sit on

the poor thing does moan

with our bags and you on it

It does nothing but groan:

which is driving me crazy on the dark, lonely road

I am cold, I am tired -

And you are quite old!

I love God above all others

I've done as I was told

by the angel,

So glorious

it was like the stories of old:

But I wonder the wisdom

of us 'two' right now

I am cold, I am tired -

And I am wondering how?

Much longer this journey will be

Are we nearly there yet?

You see;

I think the baby is coming

Don't think we have long left

Before His arrival...

Our Son 

who we'll call

Jesus, Emmanuel

God's Son 

His Gift to us all!

Poetrybybel