Joseph

The bark upon this tree is getting older;
The gnarled cracks and wrinkles tell the tale
The fingers on my hands keep getting colder:
How much longer 'til the dying prevails?
The life that I have lived has been a strange one;
My oldest Son was never really mine
He often whispered wisdom as a sage would:
Could it be that He is really Divine?

Though the life that I've received has been a bit hard to believe,
Full of wise men, kings, and angels in my dreams,

It's not natural--this woman's still a virgin;
How am I to believe that God would conceive a Child within her?
This is just too much--what does Joseph have to go on?
Just the Word in a dream that things aren't always as they seem

By the power of the Holy Spirit, heaven has come down
No one knows the beginning or the end of God's creating
In a land of darkness, God has come like the sunrise to the morning
Praise to Jesus!  Laugh with me, for a baby is the King of Glory