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 d**h 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 d**h 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 d**h 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? Jesus, what was I supposed to be?