Let The Child Sing

(My late birthday gift to Our Lord and Savior. Hope you like it, you BIG DUDE WALKING ON WATER!)

He's so innocent and pure,
And He hasn't done anything a-wrong.
I see something great in Him,
So we should get on our knees to praise.
The world's been so very dark now
Since way back in I-know-not-when.
The weight of the world's upon His shoulders,
So let's gather around Him now.

Let The Child sing to the choir.
Let The Child sing for the world.
God has blessed His Merry Soul
On this, His Birthday, with love.
From His family here on Earth,
From His loyal following all around.
Let the truth be heard, for it must be heard.
Let The Child sing to the choir.

Some people will call Him a charleton,
And that's a folly, my friends,
For The Child is the living incarnation of God here on Earth.
He's come to free us from Lucifer's shackles and chains.
To do so, He must endure the world's greatest pains.
He'll die as an adult the ultimate humanizing death,
But He'll be giving it all up for God, for you and I.
He'll rise from the grave and cleanse us of our sins,
So let's gather up the members of the choir, for He's a-gonna sing.