Random Act Of Charity

My name is lost to history,
But that's not important anymore.
My place in heaven guaranteed
Because I was just an innkeeper.

I let a man and his wife stay
When there really wasn't any room.
It was a very busy season
And all my rooms were full.

My earthly life was harried and hurly burly,
I was running, always busy.
My inn full of travellers and
A lot of work without much rest.

This man knocks on my gate,
I'd wished he'd just go away.
His young wife very heavy with child,
She was due now - any day.

They had travelled from very far away
And they had no place to go;
So I let them stay out back.
I heard her giving birth in the night.

I continued about my earthly way.
They had gone, they didn't stay.
My random act of charity rewarded
When I died here and stood there before my Maker.

I was an innkeeper and I was busy but
I had found some room for your mother and You.
You're the child born that night,
Some years later they nailed you to a cross.