When 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 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?
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

Oh Jesus

Jesus- what was I supposed to be?