Is there no room in this world for you? Oh, let me be your Bethlehem Let me be your Bethlehem It's cold outside; see I've opened up my door Let my life be your Bethlehem Unto my life, may you be born Is there no place for you to lay your head? Oh, let me be your manger Let me be your manger Rest in me and I will rest in you Rest in me, oh child, my savior Rest in me, Lord, my savior Born in a stable with the angels close at hand Strength became weakness that we might understand A God who was hungry A king without a throne Immanuel, a child is born Is there no one who will hold you, Lord? Oh, let me be your mother Let me be your mother Heaven cannot hold your glory, Lord Yet I hold you in my arms I hold you in my arms Born in a stable with the angels close at hand Strength became weakness that we might understand A God who was hungry A king without a throne Immanuel, a child is born Born in a stable with the angels close at hand Strength became weakness that we might understand A God who was hungry A king without a throne Immanuel Immanuel Immanuel A child is born