He fell down and laughed out loud.
You can laugh but it is no joke.
His name shall be Isaac, he was told.
Your having a son at a hundred years old.

She laughed to herself.
Is anything too hard for the LORD?
At ninety could a child be born to me?
Your laughter was heard, it had to be.

No more branches for our family tree.
That’s what we thought.
Yes that is what we said.
Visitors have come, bake some bread.

Nothing is too hard for the LORD!
We laughed to ourselves, we laughed out loud.
There’s a joy in this, we must not miss.
Yes we laughed, but with bliss.