My family were travelers <br />Along a rugged road. <br />We were with a crowd <br />Who carried a heavy load. <br /> <br />We got slack in keeping up <br />The leaders were far ahead. <br />I was told He had to be born <br />But at the Inn there was no bed. <br /> <br />We entered into a city <br />Where a star shone so bright. <br />It drew a mass of people <br />Even wise men came by night. <br /> <br />We heard the cattle lowing <br />We heard the baby's cry. <br />And one man said to us <br />Its sad He came to die. <br /> <br />I really didn't know <br />Just what this fellow meant. <br />But I later felt the power <br />When I learned why He was sent. <br /> <br />Still I am a traveler <br />Telling what I was told. <br />Teaching of His redemption <br />And how His love saves the soul.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-traveler-x-mas/
