This Little Child
Who would have thought
That long ago
So very far away
A little child
Would be born
And in a manger laid
And who would have thought
This little child
Was born the King of Kings
The son of just a carpenter
But for whom the angels sing
And who would have thought
That as He grew
And with other children played
This child with whom
They laughed and sang
Would die for them some day
And who would have thought
This little child
Could make a blind man see
Feed the hungry
Make rich the poor
And set the sinner free
Oh, who would have thought
This little child
Was who the prophets said
Would take away
The sins of man
And rise up from the dead
Oh, I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
Is the King
Oh, I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
He is the King of Kings
Many years
Have come and gone
Yet this world remains the same
Empires have been built and fallen
Only time has made a change
Nation against nation
Brother against brother
Men so filled with hatred
Killing one another
And over half the world is starving
While our banner of decency is torn
Debating over disarmaments
Killing children before they're born
And fools who march
To win the right
To justify their sin
When every nation that has fallen
Has fallen from within
Yet in the midst of this darkness
There is a hope, a light that burns
This little child
The King of Kings
Some day will
Return
Oh, I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
Is the King
Oh, I believe
And I will always sing
This little child
He is the King
Of Kings
And who would have thought
This little child
Is who the prophets said
Will return to judge this world
The living and the dead
Oh can't you see that long ago
So very far away
This little child
Our only hope
Was born a King
That day
