As the innkeeper told Mary and Joseph, sorry there is no room,
Do we too tell Jesus this, the very one who rose up out of His tomb?
In our busy lives do we not take the time, to do what God wants us to do?
To worship the only Savior, where His blood fell the love grew,
If we follow Him and seek Him, His presence is never very far,
Away from us and Lord we truly, want to be right where You are,
The past is past and the future waits, but we need You now and here,
For Lord You are our eternity, and fill our hearts with hope not fear,
So may I remove all that is not of You, and just live within Your will,
And let Your love come inside, and just let Your love fill,
Now I anxiously await You Lord, as a bride waits for her groom,
For I want You to know Lord that in my living, there will always be room.
Randy "Pops" Stone 12-18-11
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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