Who am I, I asked myself
I do not always know
Somedays I try to be another girl
Someone in fancy clothes.
I curl my hair all up
I put on my paint and then
I paste a smile upon my lips
Pretend I’m all-a-grin.
The whole world sees me just like this
All nice and pretty-secure.
But Lord, you see the inward parts
The heart and mind impure.
Thank you, Lord, for sending your dear Son
He cleansed and made me whole
I am your child, You’re my God
That’s all I need to know,