This Baby Steven Curtis Chapman
Well, He cried w[A]hen He was hung[B]ry[E]
[A]Did all the t[B]hings that babi[E]es do
He [A]rocked and He na[B]pped on His [C#]motherâ??s lap
A[A]nd He wiggled and giggled and coo[B]ed
There were the ch[A]eers when He[B] took His fir[E]st step,
And the te[A]ars when He [B]got His first t[E]eeth;
Almost [A]everything abo[B]ut this littl[C#]e baby
Seemed [A]as natural as it could [B]be.
But[B] this baby m[E]ade the angels si[A]ng,
And [B]this baby ma[E]de a new star shi[A]ne in the sky.
This [B]baby had co[E]me to c[A]hange the w[C#]orld.
[A]This [E]baby was G[B]odâ??s o[C#]wn son, [A]this[E] baby was[B] like no other[C#] one.
[A]This b[E]aby was G[B]od with [C#]us, th[A]is baby was Jesus.
[A]And this[B] baby grew into a yo[E]ung boy,
Who l[A]earned to r[B]ead and write and wrest[E]le with dad;
There [A]was the clim[B]binâ?? of trees an[E]d the scr*pinâ?? of knees,
And[A] all the fun that a boyâ??s born to[B] have.
He [A]grew taller and so[B]me things sta[E]rted changing,
Lik[A]e His complexion a[B]nd the sound[E] of His voice;
The[A]re was work to be d[B]one as a ca[C#]rpenterâ??s son
And a[A]ll the neighbors said Heâ??s[C#] such a fine boy.
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And[C#] love made Him laugh and de[A]ath made Him cry.
Wit[Bb]h the life that He lived an[B]d the death that He died,
He [C#]showed us heaven with His [C#]hands and His heart,
â??C[A]ause [E]this man was [B]Godâ??s[C#] own son.
This [A]man wa[E]s like n[B]o othe[C#]r one,
Holy [A]and hum[E]an righ[B]t from [C#]the start.
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This baby was God with us, this baby, this baby was Jesus; this baby was Jesus,
this baby was Jesus.
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