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Happy Birthday Jesus

You were born on Christmas Day, in a land so far away. Your mother laid you in a manger, that was made of hay. The wise men came with gifts of love, they knew you were special, sent from above. You died on a cross, to pay for our sins, but one day soon, You will come back here again. Songs are still sung, about Your birth, but the sad thing is, some still don't know Your worth. An Angel spread the news, to the shepards in the fields, telling them rejoice, and go tell the people in the hills. Christmas Day is Your birthday, a day to celebrate, for those that believe, and those without Faith.

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