No room, for the world was a busy place.
No room, for the Son of God to show His face.
But God had already found Himself a room
warm and cosy inside a young virgin's womb.
The conception of His Son had taken place,
and now it was time for God to show His face.
As there, in a manger on the stable floor
God manifest in flesh the shepherds saw.
Then the heavens with a great chorus rang
as 'Glory to the Highest, ' the angels sang.
'Peace on earth and good will to all men.'
'For Christ has been born in Bethlehem.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem