| A barren land and a barren wife
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| Made Abraham laugh at his wandering life
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| A cruel joke it seemed
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| Then to call him the father of nations
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| A heavenly prank, a celestial joke
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| 'Cause grey hair and babies
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| Leave no room for hope
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| But hoping is something
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| This hopeless old man learned to do
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| They called Him laughter
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| For he came after
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| The Father had made an
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| Impossible promise come true
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| The birth of a baby
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| To a hopeless old lady
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| So they called Him laughter
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| 'Cause no other name would do
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| A cry in the darkness and laughter at night
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| An elderly couple sat holding him tight
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| An improbable infant
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| A punchline, a promise come true
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| They laughed 'til they wept
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| Then they laughed at their tears
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| This miracle baby they’ve wanted for years
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| Would make a messiah
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| Who’d give us impossible joy
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| They called Him laughter
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| For he came after
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| The Father had made an
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| Impossible promise come true
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| The birth of a baby
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| To a hopeless old lady
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| So they called Him laughter
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| 'Cause no other name would do
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| They called Him laughter
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| For he came after
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| The Father had made an
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| Impossible promise come true
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| The birth of a baby
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| To a hopeless old lady
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| So they called Him laughter
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| For no other name would do |