(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...