No Room

That night crowds thronged David's royal city

For Rome wanted to count it's citizens;

None showed pregnant Mary any pity,

There was just no room in Bethlehem's inns.

Thirty years later He began to heal,

He healed one who only touched His robe's hem;

Crowds followed, He moved from city to hill,

There was just no room in Jerusalem.

Three years later, they hung Him on a cross,

Still His Word cascaded out of Canaan;

His death, surprisingly, was gain not loss,

There was just no room in the Holy Land.

He'll come again and there will be no room

For the wedding party that meets the groom.

January 2016