One day I looked at myself
At the self that Christ can see;
I saw the person I am today
And the one I ought to be.
I saw how little I really pray
How little I really do
I saw the influence of my life--
How little of it was true.
I saw the bundle of faults and fears
I ought to lay on the shelf
I had given a little bit to God
But I hadn't given myself.
I came from seeing myself
With my mind made up to be
The sort of person that Christ can use
With a heart He may always see.