"A Christmas Hymn." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
No room for Thee, O Baby Jesukin,
No room within the inn;
Only the stable door is standing wide,
And there inside
The ox and ass their patient foreheads bow
Before Thee now.
No room for Thee, O little Lord of all,
In cottage or in hall;
Yet o'er Thy stable angel voices sound
To the wide world a Prince is born to them
No room for Thee–yet the wise Kings have sped
To kneel beside Thy bed,
Offering their gifts, myrrh, frankincense, and gold,
To Thee to hold;
And all the angel armies of the air
Are gathered there.
No room for Thee–yet the wide earth is Thine!
And this poor heart of mine;
Though oft Thy Hand has tried its doors in vain,
Yet come again;
Wide open now it stands–O Light of Light,