The Rebel Jesus

The Rebel Jesus
By Jackson Browne (1991)
From the Album, The Chieftans: The Bells of Dublin

All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants� windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
They�ll be gathering around the hearths and tales
Giving thanks for all God�s graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus

Well, they call him the Prince of Peace
And they call him by the Saviour
And the pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavour
As they fill His churches with their pride and gold
And their faith in Him increases
But they�ve turned the nature that I worshipped in
From a temple to a robber�s den
In the words of the rebel, Jesus

We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
With give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as the rebel, Jesus

But please forgive me if I seem
To take the tone of judgment
For I�ve no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In this life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure
And I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel, Jesus

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