Baby Jesus

Your Father loves you, little babe.
He'll sadden at your loss.
Your Father loves you, little babe.
He'll send you to the cross.


The Crucifixion

There was a man, quite inocent,
Condemned he was to die.
Sadistic Father won't forgive,
Till suffered he on high.


Both songs above best sung to the tune of There is a Green Hill Far Away

by Barbara Shack


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