No room in the inn, not even for Him,
He was born of a lowly birth.
A star in the sky caused three men to sigh,
The Saviour had come to earth.
Word would spread fast, He had come at last,
many had waited so long.
The angels would sing a heavenly ring,
shepherds would join in the song.
Gifts they would bring to honor the King,
joy would flow through the land.
The sky was bright, what a glorious night,
God kept His promise to man.
What change would be made, caused by this Babe,
He was wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Persecution and strife, He would give up His life
and through Him God's love still flows.
Eddie Roush © 2008
May Jesus be your joy, your hope, your song
and may this Christmas and each day of the new year
be directed by His guiding hand of love!