Rebel Jesus

All the streets are filled with laughter and light

And the music of the season

And the merchants' windows are all bright

With the faces of the children

And the families hurrying to their homes

As the sky darkens and freezes

Will be gathering 'round their hearths and tables

Giving thanks for God's graces

And the birth of the rebel Jesus

They call him by The prince of peace

And they call him by the saviour

And they pray to him upon the seas

And in every golden cavern

As they fill his churches with their pride and gold

And their faith in him increases

Yet, they've turned the nature that I worship in

From a temple to a robbers' 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 they are poor

They get the same as the rebel Jesus

Now, please, forgive me if I seem

To take the tone of judgement

For I've no reason to come between this day and your enjoyment

In this life on hardship filled with earthly toil

We have 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