Happy Birthday, Jesus (A Child'S Prayer)

A house so quiet, so humble
A child beside her bed
Her hands clasped tightly, it's time to pray
So she bows 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 liked what Daddy told me
Of how You heal the lame
And that You don't have to have any wealth
Or fame

And 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