Where's the Line to See Jesus? sing and play along

Christmastime was approaching,

snow was starting to fall,

shoppers choosing their presents,

people filling the mall.

Children waiting for Santa with excitement and glee.

A little boy tugged my sweater,

looked up and asked me,

"Where's the line to see Jesus?

Is He here at the store?

If Christmastime is His birthday,

why don't we see Him more?

Where's the line to see Jesus?

He was born for me.

Santa Claus brought me presents, but Christ gave

His life for me."

As I stood in amazement at this message profound,

I looked down to thank him;

he was nowhere around.

The little boy at the mall

might as well have had wings.

As the tears filled my eyes,

thought I heard him sing, me."

In the blink of an eye,

at the sound of His trump,

we'll all stand in line at His throne.

Ev'ry knee shall bow down, ev'ry tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.

Where's the line to see Jesus?

Is He here at the store?

If Christmastime is His birthday,

why don't we see Him more?

Where's the line to see Jesus?

He was born for me.

Santa Claus brought me presents, but Christ gave

His life for me.