A small town cannot cope
I tell you – we’ve never been busier!
Every room taken from simple lodge
to high class hotel. Not even a cave
can spare its shelter.
No room to lay a head for a night.
No room I tell you,
No room for a saviour,
No place for a son to be born
of God of Mary for all…
to have room in our hearts.
To offer a place to lodge for all time,
not just this night in December,
but each night.
Perhaps there is room,
the King of Love.
Written for 2016 Carol Services reflecting on the unseen homeless residents of our towns and villages. With love and much respect to all at: Hope Restored