Vocal recording by
Please help me, that I might know
and understand, why must it be.
Oh help me, that I might bear, this cross.
This special child I gave birth to,
I nurtured, I loved.
I still see his hands, so gentle, so kind,
with nails driven thru them.
Oh Father, could he not have been spared.
Oh why, oh why, was he crucified?
Please help me, that I might bear, the sight of the
thorns and nails, the pain of betrayals,
the mocking crowds,
the sight of his endless suffering,
his silent suffering
his body hung limp and breathless.
Is this why I've watched over him all these years?
His mission just begun, just begun,
just to end in such a way.
Oh help me, that I might know, and understand,
why must it be.
Oh, help me that I might bear this cross
Oh Father thou only know
my deepest grief, my deepest grief,
for He was my first born;
He was Thy First Born Son.