It Wasn't His Child

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

But it wasn't his child

It was God's child