He Was Her Man,She Was His Wife

And Late One Winter Night,

He Knelt By Her

As She Gave Birth

But It Wasn't His Child,

It Wasn't His Child



Yet Still He Took Him As His Own

And As He Watched Him Grow,

It Brought Him Joy

But It Wasn't His Child

It Wasn't His Child



But Like A Father He Was Strong And Kind

And I Believe He Did His Best

It Wasn't Easy For Him,

But He Did All Could,

His Son Was Different From The Rest

It Wasn't His Child,

It Wasn't His Child



And When The Boy Became A Man

He Took His Father's Hand

And Soon The World

Would All Know Why

It Wasn't His Child,

It Wasn't His Child



But Like A Father He Was Strong And Kind

And I Believe He Did His Best

It Wasn't Easy For Him,

But He Did All Could,

He Grew Up With His Hands In Wood

And He Died With His Hands In Wood

He Was God's Child,

He Was God's Child



He Was Her Man,

She Was His Wife

And Late One Night

He Knelt By Her

As She Gave Birth

Bit It Wasn't His Child,

It Was God's Child