Outside my hotel window
The Christmas street lights are bright
It is the dead of night
A bird is singing
The sweet tweets echo through the silence.
Is he announcing good news?
Is he calling for attention
Like the multitude of heavenly hosts praising God
When the angel announced Jesus birth to the shepherds
Singing Glory to God in the highest
And on earth good will to all men.
There is room for me in the Inn
In a soft plush bed
Because He was born in a straw lined manger.
