There was no room for Him at the inn.
His mother bore Him in a stable,
and they fled to Egypt when Herod saw
no room for another king.
There was no room for love and grace
among those who trusted in strict law
and their own righteousness.
Between two sinners' crosses there was room
for one more cross, and pain and death were dealt
to Jesus, God with us.
Then when they sealed His body in a tomb,
the stone was rolled away as life burst forth.
Death had no room for Him,
and Heaven has room for me.
by Angie Bell
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