Steven Curtis Chapman - This baby

^AWell, He cried ^Bwhen He was h^Eungry ^ADid all the t^Bhings that babi^Ees do He ^Arocked and He na^Bpped on His ^C#mother’s lap A^And He wiggled and giggled and coo^Bed There were the ch^Aeers when He^B took His fir^Est step, And the te^Aars when He ^Bgot His first t^Eeeth; Almost ^Aeverything abo^But this littl^C#e baby Seemed ^Aas natural as it could ^Bbe.

But^B this baby m^Eade the angels si^Ang, And ^Bthis baby ma^Ede a new star shi^Ane in the sky. This ^Bbaby had co^Eme to c^Ahange the w^C#orld. ^AThis ^Ebaby was G^Bod’s o^C#wn son, ^Athis^E baby was^B like no other^C# one. ^AThis b^Eaby was G^Bod with ^C#us, th^Ais baby was Jesus. ^AAnd this^B baby grew into a yo^Eung boy, Who l^Aearned to r^Bead and write and wrest^Ele with dad; There ^Awas the clim^Bbin’ of trees an^Ed the scrapin’ of knees, And^A all the fun that a boy’s born to^B have. He ^Agrew taller and so^Bme things sta^Erted changing, Lik^Ae His complexion a^Bnd the sound^E of His voice; The^Are was work to be d^Bone as a ca^C#rpenter’s son And a^All the neighbors said He’s^C# such a fine boy.

And^C# love made Him laugh and de^Aath made Him cry. Wit^Bbh the life that He lived an^Bd the death that He died, He ^C#showed us heaven with His ^C#hands and His heart, ‘C^Aause ^Ethis man was ^BGod’s^C# own son. This ^Aman wa^Es like n^Bo othe^C#r one, Holy ^Aand hum^Ean righ^Bt from ^C#the start.