We guard our world with locks and guns
And once a year when Christmas comes
As the sky darkens and freezes
But if any one of us should interfere
We give to our relations
So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer
But they've turned the nature that I worship in
And they fill His churches with their pride and gold
As their faith in Him increases
And the merchants windows are all bright
In the business of why there are poor
Well they call Him by the prince of peace
From a heathen and a pagan
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
To take the tone of judgment
This day and your enjoyment
Giving thanks for God's graces
With the faces of the children
If the generosity should seize us
And they call Him by the Savior
And we guard our fine possessions
In the words of the rebel Jesus
For I've no wish to come between
Will be gathering around the hearths and tables
And they pray to Him upon the seas
But pardon me if I have seemed
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
From a temple to a robber's den
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
And in every bold endeavor
And the families hurrying to their homes
There is a need for anything that frees us
