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Sabrina Justison's original Christmas song, Asleep in the Inn (Copyright 2005. All rights reserved.) Lyrics:
Bethlehem, late at night, I was tired and was putting out the light
On blankets soft I laid my head and thanked Jehovah that I'd found a bed
'Cause travelers just like me had left the city's inns without a vacancy
As tempers flared and goodwill grew thin I was blessed to be asleep in the inn.
But out the door, across the yard, the barn was filthy and the bed was hard.
The Son of God was born to take my sin; my Savior Jesus found no room in the inn.
Across the sky the angels streamed, and as they sang their praise I simply dreamed a dream
As shepherds worshiped and adored I was sleeping though the coming of my Lord
And though I loved and prayed to God, His coming to us seemed so very odd
I couldn't recognize it then; Messiah came and I was sleeping in the inn.
Oh, Jesus! Forgive me! I have loved my sleep more than You.
Oh, Jesus! Wake my heart once again. I don't want to be asleep in the inn.
Two thousand years have come and gone, and still I find the need to sing this simple song
My heart is slow to wake from sleep, and I am lazy when the things of God are deep
And though I love and pray to God, I find His way of doing things seems often odd
I cannot recognize Him when my foolish spirit is asleep in the inn.
Oh, Jesus! Forgive me! I have loved my sleep more than You.
Oh, Jesus! Wake my heart once again. I don't want to be asleep in the inn.
Sabrina Justison's original Christmas song, Asleep in the Inn (Copyright 2005. All rights reserved.) Lyrics:
Bethlehem, late at night, I was tired and was putting out the light
On blankets soft I laid my head and thanked Jehovah that I'd found a bed
'Cause travelers just like me had left the city's inns without a vacancy
As tempers flared and goodwill grew thin I was blessed to be asleep in the inn.
But out the door, across the yard, the barn was filthy and the bed was hard.
The Son of God was born to take my sin; my Savior Jesus found no room in the inn.
Across the sky the angels streamed, and as they sang their praise I simply dreamed a dream
As shepherds worshiped and adored I was sleeping though the coming of my Lord
And though I loved and prayed to God, His coming to us seemed so very odd
I couldn't recognize it then; Messiah came and I was sleeping in the inn.
Oh, Jesus! Forgive me! I have loved my sleep more than You.
Oh, Jesus! Wake my heart once again. I don't want to be asleep in the inn.
Two thousand years have come and gone, and still I find the need to sing this simple song
My heart is slow to wake from sleep, and I am lazy when the things of God are deep
And though I love and pray to God, I find His way of doing things seems often odd
I cannot recognize Him when my foolish spirit is asleep in the inn.
Oh, Jesus! Forgive me! I have loved my sleep more than You.
Oh, Jesus! Wake my heart once again. I don't want to be asleep in the inn.
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