Joseph - I Was Not His Father, He Was Mine
(Michael McLean)

He was working late one evening
With the wood he knew so well
When she thought she recognized him
Though at first,She really couldn't tell

As she humbly begged his pardon
A strange sadness swelled inside
When she asked, "Aren't you the father
Of that man they crucified?"
Then the carpenter repeated what he's said so many times
He said, "I as not His father, He was mine."

Then he humbly went on working
With those worn and caloused hands
Though she did not ask more questions
He knew she didn't understand.

So he asked if she would help him
And he saw her answer in a glance
She did all the chores he asked her
She was so grateful for the chance
Then they talked for hours of Jesus
And how he knew He was divine
He said "I was not His father,
He was mine.
For how could one so foolish and so flawed
Ever hope to raise the Son of God?"

Then he spoke of the misgivings
That he had had a thousand times
And how Jesus found the tender moments
To let him know he had done just fine

And then the carpenter recited
The greatest truths he'd ever learned
And testified they all came form Jesus
And then her heart within her burned

They embraced as she departed,
And Joseph told her one more time,
"Tell them I was not His father
Tell them He was mine
No, I was not His father,
He is mine."