No room

Was there really no room for you that night?
Didn’t they know who you were
And the precious baby you carried?
Was there really no room at all?

Was there really no room for you that night?
Not even a space on the floor?
Was there a better place to lay your head
than with the animals and the straw?

Was there really no room for you that night?
Why didn’t you kick up a fuss?
After all, you were a VIP –
and your baby, the most important of all.

Was there really no room for you that night?
I can’t imagine how that must have felt …
The sting of rejection, the shutting of doors
The shrugs and the shakes and the tuts.

Was there really no room for you that night?
Is there really no room for your Son?
What kind of God goes to that sort of length
Only to hear us say ‘No.’

Was there really no room for you that night?
Lord, there’s not enough room in me.
Please knock on my door, make yourself at home
And make me the way I should be.