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

Merry Christmas