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?