Love Me
August 18, 2003 at 7:13 PM

Sometimes I feel so small

I wonder, am I worth anything at all

Feeling never good enough

Lacking everything they want

But then I look at You

And You draw me close to You

I see myself in Your eyes

A precious and holy prize

I’m just what You want me to be

And You let me know

That You love me for me

Do I even realize

How I look in His eyes

In me, He sees the smile of a child

One for which His arms are open wide

But sometimes I see me how the world sees me

And pieces of doubt, fall all over me

And then I sink into a category

And I wanna be freed and feel holy...

But then I look at You

And You draw me close to You

I see myself in Your eyes

A precious and holy prize

I’m just what You want me to be

And You let me know

That You love me for me