*Sometimes I just wonder how it must have been to actually have lived in
ancient times. I mean imagine what it would of been like to actually walk the
streets of Bethlehem and hear that a child had been born who's King of kings
and Savior of the world. Now I can imagine saying, What child is this?What
child is this? Who would leave a legacy so strong that even today we still
celebrate His life. What child is this?*
What child is this?
Who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthem sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe the Son of Mary
Sometimes I just think about it
Um, I just sit and think about the baby boy born in a manger
Sometimes I just want to shout it
Shout joy to the world
Sometimes
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, king, to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
Raise, raise the song on high
The virgin sings her lulluby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The babe the Son of Mary
Sometimes I just think about it
Oh, I sit and think about the baby boy born in a manger and wrapped in
swaddling clothing
Sometimes I just want to shout it
O'er the hills and every where
Sometimes
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe the Son of Mary
Sometimes I just think about it
Oh, sometimes I wonder
What child is this?
Sometimes I just want to shout it
I want to go and tell it on the mountain
Sometimes
Every now and then
Sometimes I just think about
I think about the Christ Child
What child is this?
And then again sometimes
Sometimes I just want to shout it
I just want to tell the world
Sometimes
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