Jesus walked upon the earth,



On the shores of Galilee,



He'd say to His disciples,



Let the little children come to me,



I wonder if up in heaven,



Do you suppose we'll see



Little children asking



What was I supposed to be.







What was I supposed to be,



What were my eyes supposed to see,



And why did I taste of death



Before I even drew a breath,



Laid my head at my mother's breast,



To sleep.







Oh Jesus,



What was I supposed to be,



What were my eyes supposed to see,



And why did I taste of death



Before I even drew a breath,



Laid my head at my mother's breast,



To sleep.











Was I to be a prophet



Used in the ministry,



A doctor who would find a cure



For some terrible disease,



Even if I'd been born imperfect



Why couldn't my parents see,



That I'd have been made perfect



When you came back for me.







Oh Jesus



What was I supposed to be,



What were my eyes supposed to see,



And why did I taste of death



Before I even drew a breath,



Laid my head at my mother's breast,



To sleep.







Oh Jesus, what was I supposed to be,



Oh Jesus, what was I supposed to be.



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