Imagine….
City overrun, buzzing with noise
Can’t make out any single voice
The streets are bursting every house is crammed
The markets are overflowing and roads are rammed
Imagine
The knock at the door
You know you can’t take any more
But there stands a couple, clearly in distress
And the tug at your heart puts you to the test
Imagine
Just one night like any other
But here stands a weary husband and expectant mother
In need of somewhere fast with nothing much to pay
But everything inside you says you have to let them stay
Just two faces lost in a crowd
Carrying the saviour waiting to be found?
Imagine
Desperate to show hospitality
A stable was the only reality
Standing at the door with a heart full of pity
At his meagre welcome to this travellers’ city
A baby born into worldly shame
Under the stars he placed and named
While others looked away, in this small forgotten town
This humble stable floor become holy ground
Without a home to call their own
A barn for a palace, a manger for a throne
This temporary shelter to house the King
That came and gave up everything
All majesty and splendour and worldly glory
To be the author of salvation’s story
Would things be different had you known
This child, God Immanuel leaving his throne?
This baby you housed with a farmyard view
Would one day prepare a room for you
A house with many rooms to call us home
An eternal address to be loved and to be known
This room you prepared for a baby in the straw
A humble picture of the hospitality in store
The tiny King with us to dwell
God is with us
Immanuel
To the innkeeper in Bethlehem, will you let him in
To see God’s salvation plan begin?
Will you wait and will you make room
For the King of glory to enter soon?
For us to say it is well
God is with us
Immanuel
Did you know when they knocked on your door
That all the nations would come to adore?
Recent Comments