I used to go to church each week and
I would hear the preacher speak,
Have some holy wine and wheat
But it didn’t fill me up
I heard about the “Golden Rule”
And how to mind my P’s and Q’s
But that no matter what I do
I’m never good enough
Why can’t I be beautiful just as I am, with all my imperfections intact?
Some will say I’m a broken man, but God made me beautiful, and that’s what I am
Then a thought occurred to me
Guilt is like gravity
It holds the ground to my feet
So I can never fly too high
And feel the love that’s in the air
Or see the holiness everywhere;
Stop looking for heaven up there
When it’s right before my eyes
Sometimes I wonder how it all works out. I always have questions and always have doubts.
It’s hard to hear though the silence when it feels like a test
But if I ask, “am I beautiful?” the answer’s “yes”
Why can’t I be beautiful just as I am, with all my imperfections intact?
Some will say I’m a broken man, but God made me…
Beautiful just as I am, with all my imperfections intact
Some will say we were broken from the start but God made us beautiful, and that’s what we are.
