The World Was A Busy Place Poem by Royston Nella

The World Was A Busy Place



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.'

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