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?      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?      How could it be this baby in my arms   Sleeping now, so peacefully   The Son of God, the angel said   How could it be? How could it be?