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?
Repeat Chorus & Verse 1
How could it be?