Christ mas time was ap (C#m)proach ing,

snow was start ing to (C#m)fall,

shop pers choos ing their (B)pres ents,

peo ple fill ing the (B)mall.

Chil dren wait ing for (C#m)San ta

with ex cite ment and (C#m)glee.

A lit tle boy tugged my (B)sweat er,

looked up and asked (B)me,

“Where’s the line to see Je sus?

Is He here at the store?

If Christ mas time is His (Bm)birth day,

why don’t we see Him (B7)more?

Where’s the line to see Je sus?

He was born for me.

San ta Claus brought me (Bm)pres ents,

but (F#m7)Christ gave His life for (E)me.”

As I stood in a (C#m)maze ment

at this mes sage pro (C#m)found,

I looked down to (B)thank him;

he was no where a (B)round.

The lit tle boy at the (C#m)mall

might as well have (B)had (C#m)wings.

As the tears filled my (B)eyes,

thought I heard him (B)sing,

(E)me.”

In the (Amaj7)blink of an (B)eye, at the (G#m7)sound of His (C#m)trump, we’ll all (F#m7)stand in (B)line at His (E)throne.

Ev ’ry (Amaj7)knee shall bow (B)down, ev ’ry (G#m7)tongue will con (C#m)fess that (F#m7)Je sus Christ is (B)Lord.

Where’s the line to see Je sus?

Is He here at the store?

If Christ mas time is His (Cm)birth day,

why don’t we see Him (C7)more?

Where’s the line to see Je sus?

He was born for me.

San ta Claus brought me (Cm)pres ents,

but (Gm7)Christ gave His life for (F)me.