THE ONE STAR INN

When Jesus came down,

To Bethlehem town,

The Bethlehem Inn was no Hilton,

No soap by the sink,

And no soda to drink,

Not even a quilt in the built-in.

Instead of a bed,

For the sweet baby’s head,

He was laid in some hay in a manger,

And wrapped in some cloth,

Between Him and the troth,

To keep Him from cold and from danger.

You may think this a shame,

For a King when he came,

To arrive in a one star hotel,

But the star in their book,

Brought the whole world to look,

And gave us a story to tell. 

                                                                                                Love,

                                                                                                Elfie