How far is it to Bethlehem,
not very far?
Shall we find the stable room
lit by a star?
Can we see the little child,
is He within?
If we lift the wooden latch,
may we go in?

May we stroke the creatures there,
oxen or sheep?
May we peek like them and see
Jesus asleep?
If we touch His tiny hand,
will He awake?
Will He know we’ve come so far
just for His sake?

O what can I give to Him,
poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd,
I’d bring a lamb;
if i were a wise man
I’d do my part;
yet what can I give to Him?
Give Him my heart.