Be Free in Believing

On the eve of the twenty fifth day of December
    a young Jewish baby was born
And they looked for the manger, the one where He laid
    and they looked for the clothing He’d worn

They looked for the stables where donkeys were tied
    and the inn where His life had begun
And they’ve searched high and low for His mammy and daddy
    for Mary and Joseph her man

They flock to the setting where Bethlehem lays
    each year through the sun and the rain
And they look once again for the baby and pray
    He’ll be born as a King once again

Still the baby’s been gone for these years which are many
    though His memory still lingers on
But it’s good for the mind to be free in believing
    each winter when Christmas time comes