Bebo Norman - The rebel jesus

All the ^Cstreets are filled with laughter and light And the ^Fmusic of the ^Gseason c And the merchant's windows are all bright With the faces of the ^Amchildren

And the ^Ffamilies hurry int^Co their homes As the ^Fsky darkens and ^Cfreezes We'll be ^Fgathering around our ^Chearths and tables Giving ^Amthanks for God's ^Ggraces And the ^Fbirth of the ^Grebel ^CJesus

Well, they ^Ccall Him by the Prince of peace And they ^Fcall Him by the ^GSavior And they ^Cpray to Him upon the seats And in every bold ^Amendeavor

And they ^Ffill His churches with their ^Cpride and gold As their ^Ffaith in Him ^Cincreases But they've ^Fturned the nature that I ^Cworship in From a ^Amtemple to a ^Grobber's den In the ^Fwords of the ^Grebel ^CJesus

We ^Dguard our world with locks and guns And we ^Gguard our fine ^Apossessions And ^Donce a year when Christmas comes We give to our ^Bmrelations

And ^Gperhaps we give a little ^Dto the poor If the ^Ggenerosity should ^Dseize us But if ^Ganyone of us should ^Dinterfere In the ^Bmbusiness of ^Awhy there are poor We get the ^Gsame as the ^Arebel ^DJesus

But ^Dpardon me if I have seemed To ^Gtake the tone of ^Ajudgment For I've ^Dno wish to come between This day and your ^Bmenjoyment

In a ^Glife of hardship and of ^Dearthly toil There's a ^Gneed for anything that ^Dfrees us So I ^Gbid you pleasure and I ^Dbid you cheer From a ^Bmheathen and a ^Apagan On the ^Gside of the ^Arebel ^DJesus