Jesus walked upon the earth on the shores of galilee.
Said to his disciples, "let the little children come to me."
I wonder if up in heaven, do you suppose was the scene
Little children asking, "what was I supposed to be?"
What was I supposed to be? What were my eyes supposed to see?
Why did I taste of death before I even drew a breath
Or laid my head at my mother's breast to sleep?
Oh Jesus, what was I supposed to be?
Would I 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 daddy see
That I'd a been made perfect when you came back for me