I cannot think of Jesus without thinking of His birth He left His heav'nly home to become a babe on earth The worship of the angels was replaced by shepherds praise As they laid Him in a manger filled with hay What a humble act The Fathers love displayed That Christmas day I cannot think of Jesus without thinking of His life He healed all those who came and made the dead alive He taught about the kingdom as He walked from town to town Authority displayed on earthly ground What a humble act The Fathers love relayed To all who pray I cannot think of Jesus without thinking of His pain They beat Him and they whipped Him again and again A crown of thorns they placed as the blood rushed down His face Carrying His cross in such disgrace What a humble act The Fathers will obeyed His Son He gave I cannot think of Jesus without thinking of His death The nails were through His hands and feet He struggled for His breath Father please forgive them came His plea before He died Then He gave His life for you and I What a humble act The Fathers grace came down Became our own I cannot think of Jesus without thinking that He lives The stone was rolled away and His body was amiss He showed Himself to thousands for death had no hold on Him Victory over death and hell was His What a triumph song The Fathers power to save Up from the grave I always think of Jesus because He walks with me Keeping me from harm through every stormy sea He tells me that He loves me and His grace will cover me He comforts me with His gentle peace What a loving Savior What a faithful friend Lord of all creation With me 'til the end
