How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now so peacefully
the son of God the angel said
How could it be?
Lord I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bones
still father let this baby be the son of God
Father show my where I fit into this plan of yours
How can a man be father to the son of God
Lord, for all my Life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a King?
How can I raise a King?
He looks so small
His face and Hands so fair
And when he cries the sun just seems to disappear
But when he laugh it shines again
How could it be?