Christmas

Father:

Did you ever see the faces of children

They get so excited.

Waking up on Christmas morning

Hours before the winter sun's ignited.

They believe in dreams and all they mean

Including heavens generosity.

Peeping round the door

to see what parcels are for bringing curiosity.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.

Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.

How can he be saved?

>From the eternal grave.

Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently,

And unaware of everything.

Playing poxy pin ball

picks his nose and smiles and

Pokes his tongue at everything.

I believe in love

but how can men who've never seen

Light be enlightened.

Only if he's cured

will his spirits future level ever heighten.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.

Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.

How can he be saved?

>From the eternal grave.

Tommy can you hear me?

Tommy can you hear me?

Tommy can you hear me?

How can he be saved?

Tommy:

See me, feel me

Touch me, heal me.

See me, feel me

Touch me, heal me!

Tommy can you hear me?

Tommy can you hear me?

Tommy can you hear me?

How can he be saved?