Ray Boltz What Was I Supposed To Be
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 asking what was I supposed to be. Chorus 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, Laid my head at my mother's breast, to sleep. Oh Jesus, Chorus Was I to 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 parents see, That I'd have been made perfect when you came back for me. Oh Jesus Chorus Oh Jesus, what was I supposed to be, Oh Jesus, what was I supposed to be.