Happy Birthday Jesus
A house so quiet and humble
A child beside her bed
Her hands clasp tightly
It's time to pray
So she bows her little head
Happy Birthday, Jesus! Momma said that you was near
And that you had a birthday, this time every year
She told me how you listen to every word we say
And that you hear us calling in the night or in the day
She explained how bad they hurt you, those awful naughty men
But said you let them do it, for girls like me with sin
She said about the manger, they took and put you in
I'd let you have my blanket, if I was here back then
She said that you were watching, everything we do
Her, and daddy and Granny, and our new baby, too
I like what momma told me, of how you healed the lame
And that they didn't have to have any wealth, or fame
She told you was so awful good, and then she made me cry
She said they nailed you to the cross, they wanted you to die
She said that you forgave them, 'cause you was dying for our sin
And then it made me happy, when she said you came back again
Momma said that Christmas is what we celebrate
Because on that day you was born
So I hope I'm not too late, to wish you a Happy Birthday
Dear Jesus, I'll be true, 'cause momma said if I was good you'd let me live with you
A child beside her bed
Her hands clasp tightly
It's time to pray
So she bows her little head
Happy Birthday, Jesus! Momma said that you was near
And that you had a birthday, this time every year
She told me how you listen to every word we say
And that you hear us calling in the night or in the day
She explained how bad they hurt you, those awful naughty men
But said you let them do it, for girls like me with sin
She said about the manger, they took and put you in
I'd let you have my blanket, if I was here back then
She said that you were watching, everything we do
Her, and daddy and Granny, and our new baby, too
I like what momma told me, of how you healed the lame
And that they didn't have to have any wealth, or fame
She told you was so awful good, and then she made me cry
She said they nailed you to the cross, they wanted you to die
She said that you forgave them, 'cause you was dying for our sin
And then it made me happy, when she said you came back again
Momma said that Christmas is what we celebrate
Because on that day you was born
So I hope I'm not too late, to wish you a Happy Birthday
Dear Jesus, I'll be true, 'cause momma said if I was good you'd let me live with you
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Writer(s): George Mcgraw, Robert Haring
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