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And find the Saviour on this special night
It was like any other busy day
The crowds thronged every narrow stony street
The inns were full with travelers who came
From far and near, with weary dust-grimed feet
How could this landlord know that all mankind
Would point accusing fingers at his head
Because the only room that he could find
For God incarnate, was a manger-bed?
It was an ordinary, quiet night
The air was still, the shepherds huddled deep
Into the hollows of the fields, eyes strained
To pierce the shadows, as they watched their sheep
But it would be a night that all their days
And in the future as the years rolled on
Would be the focus of transcendent praise
Because God loved enough to send His Son
And is today an ordinary day?
Nothing to mark it out from all the rest?
Yet still the challenge comes to us, Make room!
There's someone here who wants to be your Guest?
The room is rough and dirty? Let Him clean
And make that secret closet pure and bright
Or hear again the angel's glorious theme
And find the Saviour on this special night!
The crowds thronged every narrow stony street
The inns were full with travelers who came
From far and near, with weary dust-grimed feet
How could this landlord know that all mankind
Would point accusing fingers at his head
Because the only room that he could find
For God incarnate, was a manger-bed?
It was an ordinary, quiet night
The air was still, the shepherds huddled deep
Into the hollows of the fields, eyes strained
To pierce the shadows, as they watched their sheep
But it would be a night that all their days
And in the future as the years rolled on
Would be the focus of transcendent praise
Because God loved enough to send His Son
And is today an ordinary day?
Nothing to mark it out from all the rest?
Yet still the challenge comes to us, Make room!
There's someone here who wants to be your Guest?
The room is rough and dirty? Let Him clean
And make that secret closet pure and bright
Or hear again the angel's glorious theme
And find the Saviour on this special night!