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[LOVE IS MY CHRISTMAS GIFT]
[INTRO]
Dem, te rebe debe dim, dim, dim,
Dem, te rebe debe dim, dim, dim,
Faram, faram, faram, faram
Farararam, faram faram faram faram
Farararara
[VERSE 1]
Many many years ago
In the little town of Bethlehem,
A little, babe was born
The Lord and Prince of Peace
To a world of sin and death
He came with news of hope and life
He came His love to share
The Lord and Prince of Peace
[REFRAIN]
(ram, faram fara ra ra ram)
May this Christmas be a special one to remember
May your coming baby Jesus
Teach us your humility and your simplicity feeling us with love and bringing peace to men of goodwill
[VERSE 2]
There was mourning in the city of David
There was weeping in the city of Jerusalem,
He came Messiah foretold,
To set His people free
They cried for the burden was heavy
They cried for the chains of captivity
He came the saviour foretold
To set His people free
[VERSE 3]
He came to teach us selflessness
He came to teach us gentleness
He came to clean our bitterness
He came to teach us love
Love is all about giving
Love is my Christmas gift
Give and give and give
Let the joy of Christmas spread
[VERSE 4]
The more you give, the more you get
The more you laugh, the less you fret
The more you give unselfishly
The more you live abundantly
The more of everything you share
The more you will always have to spare
The more you love
The more you will find that life is good and friendly, kind
[SEE HIM LAYING ON A BED OF STRAW]
[VERSE 1]
See him laying on a bed of straw
A draughty stable with an open door
Mary cradling the babe she bore
The Prince of glory is His name
[REFRAIN]
O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord, appear to men
Just as poor as was the stable then
The Prince of glory when He came
[VERSE 2]
Star of silver sweep across the skies
Show were Jesus in the manager lie
Shepherds swiftly from their stupor rise
To see the Saviour of the world
[VERSE 3]
Angels sing again the song you sang
Bring God's glory to the heart of man
Sing that Bethlehem's little baby can
Or be salvation to the sons
[VERSE 4]
Mine are riches form thy poverty
From there innocence eternity
Mimer forgiveness by thy depth for me
Child of sorrow, for my joy
