Mother

I know that it’s Your birthday
We’re singing songs to You
I love to light the candles
Like we always do
But I’ve gotta say this Christmas
My mind is somewhere is on another
Sometimes I think about Your mother
She was only sixteen
Probably long brown hair
Walking in her sandals
I wish that I’d been there
I wonder if she wondered
If You should’ve chosen another
Sometimes I think about Your mother
Was she tough or was she tender?
Did You listen when she’d speak?
Oh, I bet You trouble crazy
When You wouldn’t go to sleep
I’m sure we had a lot in common
I bet I would’ve loved her
Yeah, sometimes I think about Your mother
I’ve got my own little boy now
He’s running like the wind
Eyes as bright as stars
Oh, the world must seem so big
I wonder if she looked at You
And felt the same way that I do
Oh, sometimes I think about Your mother
Was she tough or was she tender?
Did You listen when she’d speak?
Oh, I bet You trouble crazy
When You wouldn’t go to sleep
I’m sure we had a lot in common
I bet I would’ve loved her
Yeah, sometimes I think about Your mother
Did she know where You were headed?
Did she know what You would do?
When she watched You give Your life
Did it break her heart in two?
She might say she’s nothing special
Just the same as anyone
But what’s it like to be the mother of God?
I know that it’s Your birthday
And we’re singing songs to You
But I see the story different
Now that I’m a mama too
So I’ve gotta say this Christmas
My mind is on another
Yeah, sometimes I think about Your mother
Oh, sometimes I think about Your mother