This Little Child

Who would of 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 disarmament
Killing children before they're born

And fools who march to win the right
To justify their sin
Oh, 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
Someday will return

And I believe and I will always sing
This little child is the King
And 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