Christmas Morn-No Room

     Christmas is almost here. People are shopping, and putting up trees.  They are wrapping presents and making grocery list.  Hopefully, the busy season will leave room in our hearts for Jesus, who is the real reason for the season.  Jesus did not have room in the inn when He was born, but He can have a room in our heart before our end. 

           

                        Christmas Morn- No Room

For unto us a child is born!

Yet, there was no room for Him in the inn;
No warmth except a blanket, small and worn.

Laying in a barnyard crib was the Son God promised to send;

A Savior, Wonderful Counselor, a mighty King!
Yet, there was no room for Him in the inn.
A birth no one understood or what joy this child would bring;
No one could begin to comprehend. 
Indeed, the heavens declared His birth;
Angels exclaimed, "Glory to God! Peace on earth."
            A Christmas gift for all,
            A child so small,
            Born and lying in a manager stall.
Jesus! The Messiah had come with love to share.
But what! No room in the inn for Him?
No throne - no bed - no room to spare?
Yet, His glory was proclaimed in hymn;
The wise men came; the shepherds heard.
"A King is born!" the angels sang.
            Hearts were stirred;
            Hope sprang.
Yet, for some, there will be no room for Him in the "end."
                                         Mary Crisp Jameson