My Son - The Oak Ridge Boys
My name is Mary
Jesus was my son
I carried him with a special care
Because he was my first one
I wanted him to be strong and healthy
Have a family of his own
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 ran out of sand
So please have patience with me Lord
I'm just a mother trying to understand
Why he had to carry that weight
With no one else's help
Why he had to be the one
They could not be themselves
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
There's nothing left now but silence
And a weight that I can't bear
Please tell him that I miss him
Someday I'll see him there
He was so many things to so many people
My son my son
Teacher Prophet Messiah and King
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 angel said that I'd been blessed
He is so many things to so many people
My son my son
Teacher Prophet Messiah and King
My son my son