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!