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 Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In the hills of Nazareth As he lay reading the Psalms of David At his mother's feet A mother prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well For I'll be at your side That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell, Shall pierce your dreams this night." In the garden at Gethsemane He prayed for the life he'd never live, He beseeched his Heavenly Father to remove The cup of death from his lips Now there's a loss that can never be replaced, A destination that can never be reached, A light you'll never find in another's face, A sea whose distance cannot be breached Well Jesus kissed his mother's hands Whispered, "Mother, still your tears, For remember the soul of the universe Willed a world and it appeared."
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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