Letra de «The Rebel Jesus»
All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchant's windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurry into their homes As the sky darkens and freezes We'll be gathering around our hearths and tables Giving thanks for God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well, they call Him by the Prince of peace And they call Him by the Savior And they pray to Him upon the seats And in every bold endeavor And they fill His churches with their pride and gold As their faith in Him increases But they've turned the nature that I worship in From a temple to a robber's den In the words of the rebel Jesus
We guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should seize us But if anyone of us should interfere In the business of why there are poor We get the same as the rebel Jesus
But pardon me if I have seemed To take the tone of judgment For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil There's a need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus
And the families hurry into their homes As the sky darkens and freezes We'll be gathering around our hearths and tables Giving thanks for God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well, they call Him by the Prince of peace And they call Him by the Savior And they pray to Him upon the seats And in every bold endeavor And they fill His churches with their pride and gold As their faith in Him increases But they've turned the nature that I worship in From a temple to a robber's den In the words of the rebel Jesus
We guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should seize us But if anyone of us should interfere In the business of why there are poor We get the same as the rebel Jesus
But pardon me if I have seemed To take the tone of judgment For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil There's a need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus
