Carried

I carried you in my truck
I was so broken, I couldn't bear to look
But I never turned away

I carried you through the door
I handed you over to a horrified nurse
And I didn't even know her name
She asked if I was okay

I knew better than to play the why game
Because you'll always end up losing with just yourself to blame
Oh I believe, but help my unbelief

He'll be a better Father than I could ever be
You'll never have to ask yourself, "Is He proud of me?"
And He will never break your heart

One day He'll carry me through the door
It'll be all I've ever wanted or could have ever hoped for
And I will see you face to face



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Campbell
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