When 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 ask Him
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
Or laid my head
At my mother's breast to sleep
Oh, Jesus, 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
Or laid my head
At my mother's breast to sleep
Oh, Jesus, what was I supposed to be?

Was I to be a prophet
Used in the ministry?
A doctor who would find the 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
Or laid my head
At my mother's breast to sleep
Oh, Jesus, what was I supposed to be?
Jesus, what was I supposed to be?