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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