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