A Special Loving Lord

I woke up early on Christmas Day to open my presents
Sneaking down the stairs to peak underneath the tree
I couldn’t believe the sight what my eyes had showed me
old St Nicholas was waiting there for me and he said, hey little Robert, I just want to talk to you about what Christmas really means
The story of Jesus, who was born in a manger
He came to life to save our mortal souls
A gift from heaven that God almighty sent us
A Special Loving Lord
As we drove to church, I was playing with my toy
My daddy looked over the front seat to speak to me
Sonny boy can you tell me about Santa’s gift
I looked up at him and this is what I said
I need to tell you about what Christmas really means
The story of Jesus, who was born in a manger
He came to life to save our mortal souls
A gift from heaven that God almighty sent us
A Special Loving Lord
Sitting in a pew, I was praying with my family
Kneeling next to me was a poor boy with no toy
I reached over and gave him my Christmas present
He looked up and gave me a smile
I said, hey little friend, I need to tell you what Christmas really means
The story of Jesus, who was born in a manger
He came to life to save our mortal souls
A gift from heaven that God almighty sent us
A Special Loving Lord
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