When the weight of all my dreams
Is resting heavy on my head,
And the thoughtful words of health and hope

Have all been nicely said.

But I'm still hurting,

Wondering if I'll ever be
The one I think I am.


I think I am.

Then you gently re-remind me

That you've made me from the first,
And the more I try to be the best
The more I get the worst.


And I realize the good in me,
Is only there because of who you are.


Who you are...


And all I ever have to be
Is what you've made me.
Any more or less would be a step

Out of your plan.

As you daily recreate me,

Help me always keep in mind
That I only have to do
What I can find.


And all I ever have to be
All I have to be

All I ever have to be
Is what you've made me.