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Let's not be the INN Crowd

Be a Stable People
The very best people    
                Have the very best seats.
The very best people
                Have the very best beds.
The very best people
                Have the very best clothes.
The very best people
                Have the very best, don’t you know?

You see, they are the INN crowd
                Who were not sent away.
They are the INN crowd,
                Who have somewhere to stay.
They are the INN crowd,
                Safe and warm in the night.
They are the INN crowd,
                But they might miss the light

Of a poor man and woman
                Full of dust and fear
Coming ever closer
                And soon will be here.
This poor man and woman
                Will need somewhere to stay
Not just for themselves,
                There’s a child on the way.

You see in a STABLE
                The rejected couple finds rest.
There in a STABLE
                Love’s arms make a nest.
There in a STABLE
                Angels will sing,
                Shepherds will visit,
                Hope will begin.

Let’s not be the INN crowd
                wanting the biggest and best.
Let’s be a STABLE people
                Welcoming the rejected as guest.
Let’s not be the INN crowd
                Behind closed doors,
                Missing the brightest star.
Let’s be a STABLE people
                Making room for Jesus
                Right where we are.

It’s a Christmas story,
                You may have heard
                Once before,
But this year, this Christmas
                Let it mean
                Just a little bit more.
Whether you have lost someone
                Or your heart aches in these times…
Let God’s saving grace fill your life
                And be a star that will shine.

Show those who sorrow,
                Those numbed by pain
Where they can find Christ
                And be whole once again.

You can’t find that
                In the crowded INN –
                But in a sparse STABLE
Here in our church
                There is always room
                At the table.

What will be your response?
                How will you live?
What will you do
                And what will you give?

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