(lyrics are written by Skip Ewing)

(written by skip ewing)

He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasnt his child,
It wasnt his child

Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
He loved that boy
But it wasnt his child
It wasnt his child

But like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasnt easy for him
But he did all could
His son was different from the rest
It wasnt his child
It wasnt his child

And when the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasnt his child
It wasnt his child

And like his father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasnt 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 winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasnt his child
It was God's child


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Thanks to (Lindsey) for correcting these lyrics. Oct 21, 2008