There is Room

No room at the Inn, Lord,
For You to be born;
Poor Mary and Joseph,
Rejected, forlorn.

No room in Bethlehem
From King Herod's strife.
They took You to Egypt
To save your brief life.

No room in Judea,
Afraid to be seen;
Dwelling in Galilee,
You were Nazarene.

Jerusalem gave you
No place but a Cross;
Symbol of suffering,
Of sin's shame and loss.

And then in the Garden,
Alone in a Tomb,
For our gentle Saviour
At last men found room.

Silence then, to the sinful
And scarred from the strife,
Your presence brings healing.
Forgiveness and life.

But in hearts so burdened
With guilt and with care,
There will be emptiness
Till You reside there.

We love You, dear Jesus,
And open our door.
There's room in our hearts, Lord,
To dwell evermore.

Honoria A. Groves

Christmas, 1988