The Rebel Jesus - Bebo Norman

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