All the Jews and the Gentiles
Liked Messiah alot.
But the scribes and the Pharisees in Jerusalem did not.
They hated the Christ thing;
The whole Son-of-God season.
Oh, please don't ask why.
No one quite knows the reason.
It could be their clothes were too heavy and hot.
It could be small stones caught in their sandals alot.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
Was their Pharisee hearts were two sizes too small.
But whatever the reason - their hearts or the stones,
They fumed in the city,
But not quite alone.
King Herod also disliked the idea.
And with chin in his hands, fingers nervously drumming,
He called through the court
"I must stop the Christ Child from coming!"
"Why for 53 years I've put up with it now -
This threat of a new king.
I must stop him, but how?"
Then he thought and he thought 'til his king's head was sore.
Then he thought and he thought just a little bit more.
Then Herod it seems got an awful idea.
The king got a wonderful, awful idea.
His eyes opened wide, "I know just what I'll do.
I'll kill the children in Bethlehem, ages zero to two.
And that's just what he did.
Oh, the howling that day -
But did that stop the Christ Child from coming?
NO WAY!
He came just the same.
With angels all singing,
"Glory to God," their voices were ringing.
"Peace be on earth", they proclaimed with their song.
And the little Christ Child grew up bright and strong.
He loved every person.
He taught them what's right.
He gave them forgiveness, he gave the blind sight.
He gave the lame movement.
He gave the mute voice.
He healed their diseases, and gave them back choice.
He told them with kindness of Father in heaven.
He said it not mattered if bread had any leaven.
What mattered, he told them
Oh, most of all,
Was whether their hearts were large, medium, or small.
He went town to town with disciples and friends.
'Til the Pharisees yelled, "Enough! This must end!"
"We're sick of his healings
This self-proclaimed Son.
He makes us look bad - our jobs are undone!"
"For almost three years he's lied to the crowd.
And now listen, O listen to 'hosannas' too loud!"
"We're sick of his preaching.
He makes it sound simple.
'Just love one another'", they mocked, touching chin dimples.
They all worked together concocting a plan.
And before morning dawned, they had captured the man.
They took him to Pilate.
Oh, what a beating -
Then they took him to Calvary, for time was afleeting.
Then just as they jeered at his sores black and blue,
Came by little Nunu, who was no more than two.
She looked at the Pharisees
And asked with a sigh,
"Why are you hanging our Savior high, why?"
And those Pharisees stood there.
They were in the muck thick.
Then they thought up a lie, and they thought it up quick.
"Why , your savior it seems isn't tan on one side.
So we're hanging him closer up towards the sun.
Then we'll take him down later when he's all done."
"He'll be good as new.
You just wait and see.
You'll see him", they mocked, "in two days or three".
And the fib fooled the child.
And they patted her head;
Gave her a small cup of water, and sent her to bed.
And when little Nunu was in bed with her cup,
They picked up the cross and hoisted it up!
The sun it did darken,
The Christ dropped his head.
The earth it did shake, filling people with dread.
The Pharisees ran to escape from God's rod.
As they ran they heard soldiers say,
"This must be the Son of God!"
His disciples, they came that late afternoon.
They took his poor body to lay in a tomb.
Early next Sunday, before the sun rose,
While people were still abed; still adoze,
Some women came softly, bearing fine scents
for their lord, while people were still asnooze in their tents.
But what to their surprise did they see?
Only angels - sitting, and bent on one knee.
"Who do you look for? Come take a peek.
For your Master has risen; the one whom you seek."
O, let us sing.
Let our hearts shout with glee.
The Son of God lives for you and for me!
(Ya hoo morning Ya hoo morning la la la la....)
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