Trisha Yearwood

He was her man, 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 he still took him as his own, and as he watched him grow
It brought him joy, he loved that boy
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But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
Chorus: But 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
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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 his 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, she was his wife and late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn't his child, it was God's child