No Room In The Inn
Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1996 by Betty M. Pike
1. May I sleep in your barn tonight mister?
For I’m meek and I’m lowly in heart,
In the world all alone I’m a stranger,
I’ve no home so I’m knocking on your heart.
2. I won’t ask to come in by the fireside,
I’ll just dwell in a cave or a den,
I won’t eat of your food, oh please mister,
But I’ll die on the cross to be Your friend.
3. Through the heat and the cold I must wander,
With the stars up above for My guide,
If there’s no shoes on My feet I won’t murmur,
In the house of My friends I must die.
4. I must walk every step up to Calvary,
There you’ll place the cruel thorns on My brow,
Though you beat on My back I still love you,
With the nails in My hand I’ll still care.
Is there room in your inn for a mother?
Was the plea Joseph made in the town.
While Mary travailed there in sorrow,
Jesus came to the world, they turned Him down.