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My Son
(Dottie Moore - Jon McElroy)
My name is Mary
Jesus was my Son
I carried him with special care
'Cause He was my first one.
Wanted Him to be strong and healthy
Have a family of His own
The things a mother wants for her child
But in my heart I've always known.
That he'd go with his Father
When the glass was out of sand
So please have patience with me Lord
Just a mother tryin' to understand.
Why He had to carry that weight
With no one else's help
Why He had to be the one
That they could not be themselves.
Chorus:
He was so many things to so many people
My Son, my Son
Teacher, Prophet, Messiah and King
My Son, my Son.
I tried to stop Him
You know I begged Him please don't go
He put His arms around me
And said mother I love you so.
Now there's nothin' left but silence
And a weight that I can't bare
Please tell Him that I miss Him
And someday I'll see Him there.
Chorus:
He was so many things to so many people
My Son, my Son
Teacher, Prophet, Messiah and King
My Son, my Son.
But I remember a little boy
Whose laughter filled my world
In my life He'll always be
My Son, my Son.
I felt nails deep in my hands
And pain in every breath
They took my Son away from me
And the angels said that I'd been blessed.
So many things I wanted to say
My Son, my Son
Why'd it have to be this way
My Son, my Son...
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My Son, my Son...
Why'd it have to be this way
My Son, my Son
So many things I wanted to say
And the angels said that I'd been blessed.
They took my Son away from me
And pain in every breath
I felt nails deep in my hands
My Son, my Son.
In my life He'll always be
Whose laughter filled my world
But I remember a little boy
My Son, my Son.
Teacher, Prophet, Messiah and King
My Son, my Son
He was so many things to so many people
Chorus:
And someday I'll see Him there.
Please tell Him that I miss Him
And a weight that I can't bare
Now there's nothin' left but silence
And said mother I love you so.
He put His arms around me
You know I begged Him please don't go
I tried to stop Him
My Son, my Son.
Teacher, Prophet, Messiah and King
My Son, my Son
He was so many things to so many people
Chorus:
That they could not be themselves.
Why He had to be the one
With no one else's help
Why He had to carry that weight
Just a mother tryin' to understand.
So please have patience with me Lord
When the glass was out of sand
That he'd go with his Father
But in my heart I've always known.
The things a mother wants for her child
Have a family of His own
Wanted Him to be strong and healthy
'Cause He was my first one.
I carried him with special care
Jesus was my Son
My name is Mary
(Dottie Moore - Jon McElroy)
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