I went crying to my dad, he asked me why
and what was going through my little head
I sniffled, stammered and took a deep sigh
I told him Jesus was hiding under my bed
I then smiled, and smirked and waited to see
just what my father would do to me
He said, “are you sure it’s not a monster like other kids see?”
I replied, “Nope, it was Jesus, well, that’s what he told me.”
My Dad got my Mom and made me say it again
and now both of my parents started to grin
They wouldn’t believe me, which did make me dread
“But it’s true Mom, Jesus is hiding under my bed.”
They got my sister, and brother, and now the neighbors too.
I stuck to my story, like paper to glue.
Now half the neighborhood was watching me sweat
why did I say anything, I felt the regret
They all had their cell phones were calling their friends,
the crowd grew larger, and I saw no end
I told the tens of thousands and they heard what I said
“Jesus was hiding under my bed!”
Some got insulted, and some walked away
other for some reason some decided to stay
I know I am only six
and who would listen to me
why didn’t they just go to my room and see?
I was sent to my room and fell to my knees
I took one last peak and what did I see
Jesus was gone now where did he go
Then my daddy showed up, and said, told you so
I know what I saw
he was there true as life
he made me feel safe
halo shining so bright
I think I understood why he was under there
he wanted to make so many aware
when one has their faith,
should be no questions asked
so why did they all look at me and laugh
I knew I was touched by greatness that day
what others believe, I cannot say
Now I pray in my room, my daily bread
and have done ever since Jesus hid under my bed.
That is my tale
believe what you will
Jesus walks among us
he can able the ill
If you have faith
you believe what I said
the night Jesus was hiding under my bed
