Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Tired


Tonight I am like a bicycle. Too tired. Nevertheless, I press on. I need to purchase a few more presents tomorrow to be truly ready for the Christmas celebration. I also need to practice my mandolin for a bit of a duet a friend and I are doing tomorrow at our church"s Christmas Eve. service. We always end by lighting candles and singing Silent Night. As the candles are being lit we will be playing softly. The service is always a great time and I'm looking forward to it. Christmas morning will be great too, with just the immediate family exchanging gifts and spending the morning together. That reminds me, I need to bring in some fire wood. I thought we should have a fire on Christmas morning to accompany our celebration. The one organizing our program tomorrow night asked if I would sing a song I wrote called, "Happy Birthday Jesus". It should be a lot of fun with several other musicians playing along. The idea for the song, which I wrote while in high school I believe, came from a gas station sign. The simple, to the point, message really stuck in my head. These words, being on the sign of a place of business was the first thing that caught my eye. It was before political correctness took over, but still it was unusual to have such a blatantly religious message right there in the open like that. I had been asked to sing at a Christmas service at the small Baptist church I grew up in and since I hadn't written any Christmas songs I decided to use that birthday greeting to Jesus as the subject for a song. Before I head to bed I will leave you with the lyrics of the song. I hope you have a great Christmas and that the wonder of God's love finds it's way to your heart.

Happy Birthday Jesus

chorus:
Happy birthday Jesus, happy birthday to you,
happy birthday Jesus, you know that I love you.
Happy birthday Jesus, wonder if you ever knew,
that some day someone would take the time to sing, happy birthday to you.

You came to us on that Christmas morn. to save us from our sins,
but lots of people passing by say you mean nothing to them.
You came to earth from you heavenly home and gave all you had to give,
so that our faith in you might cause our wounded, dying souls to live. (repeat chorus)

I can still remember Lord, when you came to me,
took all my sin and guilt away, you set me free.
I guess that was the glorious day of my rebirth you see,
'cause as I knelt at the alter, Jesus sang, happy birthday to me. (repeat chorus)