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No Room?

Jesus, Saviour,
born to save,
lowly cradle,
lowly grave.

At his birth
in Bethlehem,
inn too full,
no room for him.

At his death
on Calvary,
again they said,
"No room for him!"

Jesus, Saviour,
born to save -
lowly cradle,
lowly grave.

Coming to his own creation,
rejected by his own people!
Yet some received him
to become
members of God's family!

Christmas time again is here -
time for lots of jolly cheer!
Crowds and parcels,
trees and tinsel,
strings of pretty-coloured lights,
ham and poultry,
greetings sundry -
world of whirling satellites!

Still his world
to which he came!
Lively with festivity
on this his birthday,
yet it seems -
no room for him!

Jesus, Saviour,
born to save -
lowly cradle,
lowly grave.

For my sake,
even mine -
so full of sin -
come to me
and enter in.

No heart too lowly
for our King -
let him in,
make room for him!


© Peter J Blackburn 1965, 2000
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