"We have no room." Nor did they care That God's own Son was lying there. All power laid down, all glory sped, A baby in a manger-bed. But angels lowly bowed in love To praise the Lord of Heaven above, And joined the humble shepherds there In happy song and ardent prayer. "We have no room." The world takes up The cry. "For we must laugh and sup. When years are few and eyes are dim. Ah, then, perhaps we'll turn to Him But ask us not while youth abide To lay earth's glittering joys aside. 'Till life's bright ways our feet have trod We have no time to spend with God." Lord, here is room. My heart I bring To Thee, a humble offering. It bears the marks of sin and shame And is not worthy of Thy name. So cleanse it, Lord, that it may be Throne that's fit to offer Thee. Then, thro' the blood my sins forgiven. I'll find there's room for me, in Heaven. - The Gospel Standard, December 1987 |
