don’t have to try to be somebody, to be somebody, when i’m somebody to be.
for His love to spread, oh, the blood He shed, is the thing that makes me, me
don’t need no fancy quotes, or crafty jokes, for this world to recognize me
for His eyes look down, to behold this small one, who’s loved and dearly prized
‘d rather hide in Him, and be His prized gem, then for all the world to applaud me
then in truth to know ’tis not only a show and my God to be my reward.