My Son - The Oak Ridge Boys

My name is Mary, Jesus was my son

I carried Him with a special care

Cause He was my first one

Wanted Him to be strong and healthy

Have a family of His own

Things a mother want 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 sad 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, 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»

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

I felt the 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