Michael Card
Verse 1a
How could it be
This baby in my arms,
Sleeping now, so peacefully?
"The Son of God," the angel said,
How could it be?
Verse 1b
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.
Chorus
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?
Verse 2
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?
Verse 1a, 1b, chorus, Verse 2, chorus, Verse 1a
