| A house so quiet so humble |
| A child beside his bed |
| His hands clasped tightly |
| It’s time to pray |
| So he bows his little head |
| Happy birthday Jesus |
| Mommy said that you were 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 and made you suffer so |
| But said you’d let them do it for boys like me I know |
| She told me about the manger they put you in |
| I’d let you have my blanket |
| If I was there back then |
| She said that you were watching everything we do |
| Her and daddy and granny and our new baby too |
| I liked what mommy told me how you healed the lame and they so have to have any |
| wealth or fame |
| She told me you were so awful good |
| And then she made me cry |
| She said they nailed you to the cross and wanted you to die |
| She said that you forgave them though |
| Cause you were dying for our sins |
| And then it made me happy |
| When she said you came back again |
| Mommy 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 |
| I’ll be true because mommy said that if I was good |
| You’d let me live with you |
| Liza |