He’s begging at the doorway,

And every heart’s an inn;

The Son of God would now be born,

And will you let Him in?

At Bethlehem they told Him:

“We have no room to spare.”

Their hearts were overcrowded

With greed and selfish care.

Their hearts were filled with boasting,

With envy, hate, and scorn;

They had no room to shelter

The Christ who would be born.

Their hearts were filled with evil,

With malice, doubt, and pride;

The room the Christ child needed

Was haughtily denied.

At Bethlehem that happened

Two thousand year ago,

And Christ has them forgiven

Because they did not know.

The Christ is at the doorway,

He knocks this very morn;

He seeks our hearts for shelter,

’Tis there He would be born.

He would be born within us,

’Tis us He seeks to win;

And how shall we make answer

Who do not let Him in?