IT WASN'T HIS CHILD
(Words & Music by Donald R. Ewing II)

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 still he took him as his own,
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy, he loved that boy,
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child.

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 -
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 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 wasn't his child.