THE ONLY PLACE
No one wanted the stable, animals all over the place,
Not really fit for a human, it would be a disgrace
To curl up and sleep with the beasts in there,
The overcrowded inn would be far more fair.
The donkey plodded slowly with it’s precious load,
All day with people the roads and streets flowed,
All going up to Bethlehem by the Roman decree,
Off to Bethlehem the site of David’s royal, noble city.
NO ROOM! NO ROOM! Each innkeeper said,
Nowhere for them to rest in a comfortable bed,
Nowhere for her first baby to be born that night,
There seemed no place for them in their plight.
Who, I wonder offered them the stable for a bed,
Put in clean straw where Mary could lay her head?
Who helped them through the birth of the holy child?
It must have been someone very humble and mild.
One day in heaven I’ll meet that unknown kind friend
Who helped unknowingly and willing service did lend
To the Son of God, who did leave His home of glory
To redeem the earth, yet is never part of the great story.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 6, 2003