Song by Burl Ives

Happy Birthday Jesus


Praying


A house so quiet, so humble,
A child beside her bed,
Her hands clasped tightly ... time to pray,
So she bowed her little head.


Happy Birthday, Jesus!
Daddy said that you were near,
And that you had a birthday
This time every year.

Praying

He told me how you listen to
Every word we say,
And that you hear us call,
In the night ... or in the day.


He explained how bad they hurt you
And made you suffer so,
But said you let them do it,
For girls like me ... I know.

Praying

He told me about the manger they put you in,
I'd let you have my blanket
If I was there ...
Back then.

Praying

He said that you were watching
Everything we do ...
Him, Mommy, Granny,
And our new baby, too.


I like what daddy told me
Of how you healed the lame,
And that you don't have to have any wealth
Or fame.


He told me you were so awfully good,
And then he made me cry ...
He said they nailed you to a cross,
They wanted you to die.

Praying

And then he made me happy when he said
You came back again;
Daddy said Christmas is what we celebrate
Because on that day you were born.


So I hope I'm not too late
To wish you a Happy Birthday, Dear Jesus.



Praying



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