ROOM FOR CHRIST

A Christmas Visitor

Let not our hearts

be busy inns

Let not our hearts be busy inns,

That have no room for Thee,

But cradles for the living Christ

And His nativity.

Still driven by a thousand cares

The pilgrims come and go;

The hurried caravans press on;

The inns are crowded so!

Here are the rich and busy ones,

With things that must be sold,

No room for simple things within

This hostelry of gold.

Yet hunger dwells within these walls,

These shining walls and bright,

And blindness groping here and there

Without a ray of light,

Oh, lest we starve, and lest we die,

In our stupidity,

Come, Holy Child, within and share

Our hospitality.

Let not our hearts be busy inns,

That have no room for Thee,

But cradles for the living Christ

And His nativity.

Ralph Spaulding Cushman