Song to My Parents (I Only Wanna See You There)
I need to say these things cause I love you so
And I'm sorry you get angry when I say that you just don't know
But there's a Heaven waiting for you and me
I know it seems every time we talk I'm only trying to just make you see
And it's only that I care
I really only want just to see you there
Please try and overlook my human side
I know I'm such a bad example and you know I'm so full of pride
But Jesus isn't like that, no He's perfect all the way
I guess that's why we need him, cause by ourselves, there's just no way
And it's only that I care
I really, really only just want to see you there
To see you there
Close the doors, there're just not coming
We sent the invitations out a long, long, long time ago
We're still gonna have a wedding feast
Big enough to feed them all
The greatest people in the world just wouldn't come
So now we'll just have to invite the small
And it's only that I care
I really, really only want just to see you there
Isn't that Jesus? Isn't it Joseph and Mary's son?
Well didn't he grow up right here? He played with our children
What, he must be kidding? Thinks he a prophet
But prophets don't grow up from little boys
Do they, from little boys? Do they?
?
And I'm sorry you get angry when I say that you just don't know
But there's a Heaven waiting for you and me
I know it seems every time we talk I'm only trying to just make you see
And it's only that I care
I really only want just to see you there
Please try and overlook my human side
I know I'm such a bad example and you know I'm so full of pride
But Jesus isn't like that, no He's perfect all the way
I guess that's why we need him, cause by ourselves, there's just no way
And it's only that I care
I really, really only just want to see you there
To see you there
Close the doors, there're just not coming
We sent the invitations out a long, long, long time ago
We're still gonna have a wedding feast
Big enough to feed them all
The greatest people in the world just wouldn't come
So now we'll just have to invite the small
And it's only that I care
I really, really only want just to see you there
Isn't that Jesus? Isn't it Joseph and Mary's son?
Well didn't he grow up right here? He played with our children
What, he must be kidding? Thinks he a prophet
But prophets don't grow up from little boys
Do they, from little boys? Do they?
?
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Writer(s): Keith Green
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