I wonder if you've heard the story
Of little fame and lesser glory
The night the keeper of the inn
The little town of Bethlehem
Encountered Joseph and his Mary
About to birth the Savior of the world.
His wife said "Go and see who's knockin'"
He ran down to the gate, unlocked it
The moment he heard Mary's cry
He couldn't look them in the eye
Denied them in, went back to bed
When his wife asked who was there, he said
"I don't know
Just a girl
Just a couple of gypsies begging at the door
Told them we don't have room for anymore
And closed the door
It was just a girl"
He tried to sleep, but wasn't able
He snuck out to the dirty stable
Where two had found the covering
And later in her suffering
The keeper knelt outside the barn
And in the light of that great star, he prayed
"What have I done
He's just a babe
Just minutes old there trembling in the hay
I could've found a room for them to stay
I'm so ashamed
He's just a babe"
There was no robe
There was no crown
The shepherds stood on Royal ground
The keeper wept, for what he'd done
He turned away, God's own Son
Just a King
Just a million angels crowding in to see
Jesus there among humanity
Just a babe
Just minutes old there trembling in the hay
Staring at His mother in the face
She's just a girl
Just a girl
Does she even know that she'd just changed the world?
Does she even know that He will save the world?
Does Mary know that He will save the world?
She's just a girl
Just a girl
Just a girl
