Gedicht

every year in the winter
we talk about a little baby
which was born by the virgin mary
god showed how much he loves her
and every other guy in the world
it's very cool what he did
his son was lying in a crib
but years later he was hurt
and he died for our sin
we should praise him

your name is lifted high
oh god you are great
and also everything you made
we'll see ya wenn we die
of us you take care
there'll be only love no hate
there'll be a party behind the gate
we can't imagine what would be there