What Child Is This?

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 far away Holding on, holding off, holding out, holding in Could You be this old and have Your life just begin? Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day Tell me, how many times can this story be told? After all of these years, it should all sound so old But it somehow rings true in the back of my mind As I search for a dream that words can no longer define Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (and the time) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day 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 comes down, and visions appear everywhere Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (in the air) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day In the dead of the night as His life slips away As He reads by the light of a star far away Holding on, holding off, holding out, holding in Could You be this old and have Your life just begin? Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins) Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day (it begins)