NO ROOM AT THE INN
Have We Made Room For Jesus?
This is such a busy time …
We’re running to and fro!
We’ve got special invitations stacked!
A-partying we must go!
With our things to do list growing,
Our time just slips away…
All this shopping, wrapping, baking
Takes the best part of our day!
And we must make room for company…
Those out- of- towner guest.
Fresh linens, towels, fancy soaps…
Supplying all the best.
But have we made room for Jesus?
Is He invited, too?
After all, this is His party…
Leaving Him out wouldn’t do!
There wasn’t room in Bethlehem…
He wasn’t asked to stay.
Insensitive inn keeper hearts
Are still turning Him away.
He’ll respond to invitation
But won’t push to be included
For never has the Son of God
Ever forcibly intruded
Christmas bells are ringing out
Announcements of His birth.
Have we made room for Jesus?
Or is this just a time of mirth?
~~Dedicated to Erlene~~
And she gave birth to her firstborn, a son.
She wrapped him in cloths and placed him
in a manger, because there was no room
for them in the inn.
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