NO ROOM!
There was "no room" in the inn for Jesus, yet,
even today, do we have room for Him?
No room!
No room within the dimly lite heart.
No room to halt pride's rising, steaming fume,
stealing, robbing
the soul of what makes whole.
No room for forgiveness;
No room for bearing Christ-filled witness.
No room within the cluttered, busy mind
to seek angelic
finds.
No room for thanksgiving or healthful living;
only a hundred forms
of fearful gloom,
expectant doom.
No room except restless yearnings; desires churning,
leaving emptiness
within life's journey.
No room for admiring simple pleasures;
the flowers that
bloom,
the scent of
fragrance or perfume,
the blessings of
God-given treasures.
No room!
No room to let life bloom
or seek rewards from
heaven's womb.
No room! No room!
There is no room for Jesus.
No room to be grateful He sees us,
He hears us,
He receives us,
He frees us.
No room! No room!
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