I may not be to eyes of man all that they think is right
My nose, my hair, my height, my prayer, is faulty in their sight
Grace can make me more for sure, but nature stays the same
Some things I am, some things I do, some things I cannot change
Should I not strive to be my best, along the way improve
From bad to good, from less to more, to always seek to move?
But should I care what people say, and want to win their praise?
Or should I live to please myself, for no one change my ways?
There is just one, it is not me, for whom I ought to live
He is the one who gave me life, so to Him I might give
All that I am, all that I have, all that I hope to be
So He can fashion for Himself all that He wants to see