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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
As he watched him grow
It brought him joy
He loved that boy
But it wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
And 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 he 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 fathers 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 he could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was Gods child
He was Gods 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 Gods child