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 if 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