These two travelers were overlooked.
No room for more when we are already full.
They went down the row, to the next, and the next.
Finally, the overlooked stall, hay, a manger, animals.
Still today, the child comes, no room, too full of stuff.
Overlooked once more, because we are too busy.
Too well with our own provision and only seeing
The others fault. No grace, no listening, no warmth.
Our hearts became too full of us to see the babe,
Right in front of us, no room inside, out into the night.
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