Jesus laid in dirt and hay,
Mary waiting for the day;
Neither knowing all the pain to come.
God has made this earth his home.
Mary and Joseph watch filled with pride;
Mary is crying with joy inside.
Tears will fall again, but joy won't last;
Thirty years will quicky pass,
Will quickly pass.
Laughing and playing amidst the smell,
Turning and kicking, he starts to yell;
Laugh and play young Jesus while you can;
Death awaits your growth to man,
Your growth to man.
Wise men, and shepherds with bleating lambs -
Reach out and touch them with baby hands;
Hands that soon will grasp at rusty nails,
Hands outstretched to welcome hell,
To welcome hell.
(Repeat first verse and last line)