Is there room?

I can almost see if I close my eyes...

I can almost see her face...
full of hope and wonder, she tells Joseph of,
the son she'll bear one day.

As Mary looks at Joseph and waits for his reply,

I wonder if this silent question crossed her mind....

Is there room?

For God's own Son?


And tonight as I tie the last bow,
and I put one more gift under the tree.
I pause in the middle of all of the bustle, as the spirit of this season whispers to me...

Is there room?

Is there room in you heart. Will you let this miracle in? God's own son, God's own son has come to save you...is there room?