Michael Card - The Early Years
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 bone
Still Father let this baby be
The son of my love
Father show me 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 laughs it shines again
How could it be? How could it be?