It Wasn't His Child - Trisha Yearwood

He was her man and she was his wife

And late one winter night

He knelt by her as she gave birth

But it wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child

Yet still he took him as his own

And as he watched him grow

It brought him joy

But it wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child

And like a father he was strong and kind and good

And I believe he did his best

It wasn’t easy for him but he did all he could

His son was different from the rest

It wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child

And when the boy became a man

He took his father’s hand

And soon the world would all know why

It wasn’t his child, it wasn’t his child

And like a father he was strong and kind and good

And I believe he did his best

It wasn’t 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 God’s child, he was God’s child

He was her man and she was his wife

And late one night

He knelt by her as she gave birth

But it wasn’t his child, it was God’s child