A song for the Christian Passover, coming up soon. We probably recorded this in 1992. I got a little flack for singing words written for a woman, but this is 2019 and no one cares any more.
I think of old Simeon, so long ago
He took my baby in his arms and said I should know
Someday a sword would pierce my heart through
Now it’s come true
I watched as he died here, nailed to a tree
I heard the centurion say, oh this surely must be
God’s very son, and my heart broke in two
It’s as if no one knew
He was somebody else’s son too
Somebody rocked him, somebody fed him
Someone taught him to put on his shoe
Straightened his hair, answered his questions
Son of God, son of man
Yes I know that these things are all true
But you must understand
He was somebody else’s son
Someone else’s son too
If I hadn’t pushed him, would we still be here
That thing at the wedding at Cana was my fault, I fear
How could I know where it would go
Anyway that’s water under the bridge now, or should I say wine
He had to do what he had to do, this boy of mine
Was God’s son and yet, with all due respect
I cannot forget
He was somebody else’s son too
Somebody rocked him, somebody fed him
Someone taught him to put on his shoe
Straightened his hair, answered his questions
Son of God, son of man
Yes I know that these things are all true
But you must understand
He was somebody else’s son
Someone else’s son too
My other children seem to have gone
How I wish Joseph were here now, oh thank God for John
Kind to the end, he gave me his friend
I shall go home with my new son and ponder
I ponder quite well
I’ve done it for 30-odd years now and still I can’t tell
What lies ahead
I know that he said he would rise from the dead
Great God in the heavens, oh hear your handmaiden’s cry
Help me remember there’s more to this man than meets my eye
He was somebody else’s son too
Somebody loved him, somebody led him
Someone taught him the things he must do
Gave him his strength, answered his questions
God so high above man, could it be that you feel like I do?
I think I understand
He was somebody else’s son, someone else’s son
He was somebody else’s son, too
©1992 Mark Graham