Even Mary didn't believe
When he wore his heart upon his sleeve
He was just her little boy
And Mary never called him Jesus
All he had was carpentry
To keep the sandals on his feet
And keep his mind off of defeat
And no one believed in Jesus
Did you doubt those men were wise
Following stars in vacant skies
Searching the manger for the son
Letting him know that he's the one
And did you ask Mary if she'd mind
If her son was the chosen kind
Never minded being poor
Never had a lock upon his door
And nobody minded what he said
Because nobody knew he was Jesus