“No room for Him” the keeper said That night so long ago,
“My inn is crowded, don’t you see, The rooms now overflow,”
“It’s just a child,” he must have thought, “A family poor and plain;
My inn is filled with paying guests, How could I dare explain?”
And thus he turned aside from One Who chose a humble birth
To enter into human form and save all men on earth.
But lo, the shepherds in the hills were called, the Babe to greet;
They followed then the brilliant star and worshiped at His feet!
“No room for Him” cry men today as through the world they plod;
“My life is crowded, don’t you see? I have no room for God.
HOW could I dare explain to all my friends who question me,
That Jesus came to save my soul, from sin, to set me free?”
O God, forbid that we become as keeper of the inn,
And have our lives so crowded THAT WE Have no room for him.
But now may we, Thy children dear, unworthy though we are,
Become as shepherds long ago and follow now His star!
By Kathyrn Slashor
