No room at the Inn
Is what Joseph was told,
No matter the weather
No matter the cold,

But Mary, with child,
Needed a place to stay,
And all that was found
Was a stable with hay.

The Christ child was due
And most likely tonight,
But each place they looked
Hearts and doors were shut tight.

So with manger and hay
They had to make due,
And Christ came where welcomed
As He will still do!

When Christ comes to knock
At the heart that's your inn,
Will you shut Him out,
Or will you let Him in?

How could I know
That they were so important?
Just the two,
No servants, just a workman sort of man,
Leading a donkey, and his wife thereon
Drooping and pale, -- I saw them not myself,
My servants must have driven them away;
But had I seen them, -- how was I to know?
Were Inns to welcome stragglers, up and down
In all our towns from Beersheba to Dan
Till He should come? And how were men to know?
There was a sign, they say, a heavenly light
Resplendent: but I had no time for stars,
And there were songs of angels in the air
Out on the hills; but how was I to hear
Amid the thousand clamors of an Inn?


Robert MacGimsey

Sweet little Jesus Boy
They made You be born in a manguh (manger)
Sweet little Holy chil'
Didn't know who You wus (was)

Didn't know You'd come to save us Lawd
To take our sins away
Our eyes wus bline (was blind)
We couldn't see
We didn't know who You wus (was)

Long time ago You wus bawn (was born)
Bawn in a manguh (manger) low
Sweet little Jesus Boy
De worl' (the world) treat You mean, Lawd
Treat me mean too
But please, Suh, fuhgive (Sir, forgive) us Lawd
We didn't know 'twas You

Sweet little Jesus Boy
Bawn (born) long time ago
Sweet little Holy chil'
An' we didn't know who You wus (was)

The Portland Rescue Mission
The Union Gospel Mission
The Salvation Army
Portland Greenhouse Center


David Maginnis, source

No room at the Inn, that's what was said,
No room, no space, not even a bed.

Christmas comes but once a year,
But many can't claim to be of good cheer.

He'd go to a shelter to hide from the cold,
Closed down! No funds! The buildings been sold!

He walks in the park through trees leafy green,
And thinks to himself 'the world is so mean'.

He sleeps on a park bench till a cop moves him on,
And wonders again 'where did we go wrong?'.

A child hears his cry on this Christmas morn,
And weep's that the world has forgotten he's born!.

Please think of the people out on the streets,
No shelter, no warmth, no hot food to eat.

In 2000 years mankind has not learned,
That charity and compassion are given and not earned.

So let us all on this Christmas day,
Remember the child asleep in the hay.