No room at the Inn

No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
Many had trod those very same miles
Each way they turned
All heads were shaken
No one would give them of their smiles

How could she bear?
That blessed child
Where would she bear?
That blessed child
No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
City of David: darkened skies

No room at the Inn
The couple: forsaken
Poor little mother in travail
Each place they stopped
Each room was taken
No where left to rest: so frail

How could she bear?
That blessed child
Where would she bear?
That blessed child
No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
Bethlehem Ephrata reconciled

No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
Mary and Joseph were so tired
Each avenue closed
Their footsteps grew shaken
Yet heaven sent a welcome smile

How could she bear?
That blessed child
Where would she bear?
That blessed child
No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
Abigail welcomed them a while

No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
The stable was peaceful and calm
The animals knew
Angels beguiled them
Here was welcomed that blessed child

Here she could bear
That blessed child
Here she would bear
That blessed child
No room at the Inn
The beds were all taken
In Bethlehem was born Mary’s child