The Innkeeper
                                            By Harvey Glass


 I keep the Inn. That's what I do.
 For those who rest, just passing through.

 My wife and I, someone must,
care for those who walk through dust.

My Inn was full, I know not why,
God chose that night to light the sky,
and bring a babe of such renown,
So near, right here, in Bethlehem town.

I remember now, her face it shined.
He called her Mary and she with child.
All Inns the same, no respite there.
I alone must show I care.

What to do! What must I do?
I cannot send them cold away.
I have but this that I can give,
a stable, a manger, some warm dry hay.

If only I had known,
A King was He, the angels did proclaim.
A star so bright, shepherds and wise men 
on camels came.

My heart was heavy. I hung my head in shame.
No room had I, save stable fare, 
I'll never be the same.

But what is this? I cannot tell.
This touch of love within my heart. 
These words of peace, "All is well."

(God speaks)
 "Innkeeper, my dear man,
 I chose your stable, ere time began,
 to bring to earth, Christ the Lord,
 the Son of man.

 I chose you, your stable
 this time and place,
 to birth My Son by My grace."

 Jesus, Savior His name shall be,
 for He has come to make man free.