Well the news spread through jerrulsilam
tonight a child is born there are
sheberds falling to thier knees
and angels blowing horns
but in thier golden halls the fantesy
scarfed and drank there wines
they said its only hiebbrew profisy
we dont care and besides hes
just a kid thats all he is
on more pebble in the gravel
one more roomer in the rebel
how can he be king he's just a kid
Well in no time it seemed the world
was knocking on his door for miracles
and wonders they had never seen before
soon the fantesy stopped laughing
and the silver son was bathed
and near the end he knelt down
in the garden and he prayed
i'm just a kid thats all i am
i'll need your stregnth to see me
through it if it is your will i'll do it
how can i be king i'm just a kid
Now i think about the baby
and the man at christmas time
of mother sons and fathers
and children just like mine
about the power in our
selfishness love and sacroffce
the gift we were given and the price
and how the news spread through jurliulam
tonight a child is born there are
sheperds falling to there knees
and angels blowing horns
i wonder how on earth the fantesy
could scarf and drink thier wine
and say he's only hiebrew profisy
we dont care and besides he just a kid
thats all he is one pebble in the gravel
one more roomer in the rebel
how can he be king he's just a kid
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