What child is this
Who laid to rest
That I now find
here sleeping?
Do angels keep
the dreams we seek
While our hearts
lie bleeding?
And could this be Christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of God
this child, the son I once carried?
What child is this
Who is so blessed
he changes all
tomorrows?
Replacing tears
with reborn years
In hearts
once dark
and hollow
And could this be Christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of God,
this child, the son I once carried?
In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway
Holding on
Holding off
Holding out
Holding in
Could you be this old
And have your life just begin?
It begins
And the time and the years
And the tears and the cost
And the hopes and the dreams
Of each child that is lost
And the whisper of wings
In the cold winter's air
As the snow it drifts down
And visions appear everywhere
In the air
It begins
It begins
It begins
