Comes to mind it seems to me
no one young or old
should be left behind
alone out in the cold
on their own at Christmas
the time of year
for friends family bar none
loved ones and good cheer
but altho' I tend to look
indomitable
as there's no room at the inn
will someone give a hand
melt my heart and take me in
please don't laugh
I'm not all that
abominable
just doing the best I can
in my woolly hat and scarf
as an adorable if frozen snowman
#10: No Room At The Inn
They blossomed they did like rows of roses.
Places for lodgers, those traveling sourced,
their reasons countered their changing poses,
frequent stays and returns have been endorsed.
There will be places that might be lacking
for whatever reasons that there may be,
the people won't stay there, less foot tracking,
as sites may have Roach Motels that you'll see.
There will be double-booking caused concerns,
leaving people stranded, no way, no stay,
whereby many shorten trips--forced returns.
Trends rallied lawsuits; be that as it may,
X-X Bethlehem, then Jerusalem, He'll lay.
Its Christmas time,
Bells chime.
Everyone is after Amazon Prime -
To ensure Christmas presents
Are delivered on time.
But in all the hustle and bustle
Do we actually think
Of the true meaning of Christmas?
That little baby,
Born in Bethlehem;
Laid to rest in a manger,
In a stable,
Because there was no room at the inn.
Or is the true meaning of Christmas
A little nearer to home?
Being kind and thoughtful,
Patient, loving and caring
To all the people we know.
But is caring far too complicated these days?
I think the world itself
Does not know
The true meaning of Christmas anymore.
They play the blues on Thursday nights
And oh, we love to go,
But obligations in the way
Don’t often let us show.
Last night, though, we would have a chance
And left our friends behind
To catch up on the music scene
For which we’d often pined.
We got there early, but we found
All tables filled or saved,
The locals guaranteeing that
Our hopes were crashed and caved.
Dejectedly, we turned around;
Drove back to Hemlock Farms*
Where our buddies welcomed us right back
With warm and welcome arms.
*the community where we have a home
Waiting for Christmas Eve
By Franklin Price
12/14/2018
Thinking now of Christmas eve
And that time so long ago
Born was the Christ child then
The Savior we would come to know
Born in a lowly manger
There was no room at the inn
Born of the virgin Mary
He came to save us from our sin
Three wise men came to see Him
They had traveled from afar
Each brought a precious gift for Him
They were guided by a star
Shepherds came from miles around
Angels sang on high
They worshiped then in wonder
When the Child began to cry
It seems we've lost the sight of this
As we move to Christmas eve
It's about the glitz and presents
Not in the message we receive
If you wonder why we're in a place
Where it's all about the me
Look first of all to Christmas eve
And I think that you will see
Soon We Celebrate the Day
By Franklin Price
12/22/2016
Soon we celebrate the day
When Jesus Christ was born
Most likely not the actual
Historians are torn
No question that it happened
Doesn't really matter when
Christians among us all agree
He came to save us from our sin
Born in a stable
There was no room at the inn
Could not have been a humbler place
For our Savior to begin
The angels gathered 'round Him
You could hear their voices sing
The guiding star above the place
Brought the wise men kings
The shepherds left their flocks to come
They could not stay away
Driven to bear witness
To the Christ child born that day
There's much more to His story
On the cross, earth's life would end
To pave our way to heaven
Christ took with him our sin
If we have faith that's how it happened,
Believe that's the way it went,
We will meet Him at the right hand,
Of God, where he was sent
Is there room in your heart for Jesus?
Is He welcome in your home today?
He, who is the Lord of Glory, and king of kings,
Wants to dwell with you today and always.
I have fallen victim to my incredible likeness of being What was expected of me A side effect of gender dysphoria and living in fear of discovery Until the charade had ended I have kept my heart in protective custody for so long That there are times I can't find it Not even with my own mind Which means practice makes perfect fools out of some of us Who are always trying to fit in with people That have no room at the Inn for anyone
A mother and daughter
In the alley tonight
Huddle by a trash can
That offers them light
It renders them heat
As they try to stay warm
With no place to go
In the cold winter storm
The daughter only five
With no Santa this year
But she doesn't complain
As she sheds just one tear
The shelters are full
On this night, Christmas Eve
Her father, abusive
And forced them to leave
Like the Babe in the manger
With no room at the Inn
There's no one who cared enough
To let them come in
They didn't speak a word
As the held each other tight
Alone in the snow
On this silent night
No room at the inn?
Should have booked earlier then.
To Bethlehem Judah they came,
On a cold, winter night, with the wind blowing wild.
The man led a donkey, which carried a woman,
And the woman was heavy with child.
It was easy to see that her time was at hand,
That she was tired, weary, and worn.
No room at the inn--they were shown to a stable--
What an unlikely place for a king to be born.
They mocked Him and spat in His face.
They savagely whipped Him, and crowned Him with thorns.
They showed Him no mercy, but cruelly abused Him,
Till His body was bleeding and torn.
To appease the wild mob, He was, then, crucified,
For crimes that He'd never done.
They laughed as He died on a cross, on the hillside.
What an unholy way to respond to God’s Son.
Take care as you travel, my friend,
How you relate to others you meet on life’s road.
Remember to love them and think kindly of them
As you help them to carry their load.
There is always someone you can help on the way,
If you will but take time to see.
Remember these words, spoken by Jesus,
“As you have done unto these my brothers and sisters,
--you have done even so unto Me.”
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