Intro.:
Well the news spread through Jerusalem,
tonight a child is born
There are shepherds fallin' to their knees,
and angels blowin' horns
But in their golden halls, the Pharisees scoffed
and drank their wine
They said, "It's only Hebrew prophesy, we don't care
And besides, He's just a kid, that's all He is
One more pebble in the gravel, one more rumor in the rabble
How can He be king? He's just a kid"
Well in no time, it seemed the world
was knockin' on His door
Performin' miracles and wonders they had never seen before
Soon, the Pharisees stopped laughin',
the silver sum was paid
And near the end He knelt down in the garden
And He prayed, "I'm just a kid, that's all I am
I'll need Your strength to see me through it,
if it is Your will I'll Do it
But how can I be king? I'm just a kid"
Now I think about the Baby and the Man at Christmas time
Of mothers, sons and fathers and children just like mine
About the power and unselfishness, love and sacrifice
The Gift that we were given and the price
And how the news spread through Jerusalem,
tonight a child is born
There are shepherds falling to their knees,
and angels blowin' horns
I wonder how on Earth the Pharisees could scoff
and drink their wine
And say, "He's only Hebrew prophesy, we don't care
B,
And besides, He's just a kid, that's all He is
One more pebble in the gravel,
one more rumor in the rabble
And how can He be king? He's just a kid"
Oh, how can He be king? He's just a kid, oh