Written by Jane Elizabeth Paul, my mother, and the only poem of hers that remains in my possession.   This poem was published in the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania area newspapers in 1964.  It was sung for the first time at Trinity Reformation Baptist Church just yesterday, December 14, 2008, to the tune of St. Louis which is usually paired with “O Little Town of Bethlehem.”

There was no room in Bethlehem
For Him who left His throne
To seek the lost at countless cost
And make their griefs His own.
But there was room on Calvary
Upon the cross of shame,
For Him to die uplifted high
To bear the sinner’s blame.

There was no room in Bethlehem
And in this world today
Men will not give Him room to live;
They bid Him turn away.
But there is room in Calvary
And there He stands to give
A home to those in mercy chose
That they believe and live.

There was no room in Bethlehem
For Christ, the King of Kings,
From throne and crown to earth come down
With healing in His wings.
But there is room at Calvary
For sinners to abide,
God bids them come to find a home
In Jesus crucified!