Though I am insignificant,I know I’ll see Your face;
And, though I may be imperfect,
I’ll still receive your grace.
I’ll never make a difference
To all the human race
Or heal the wounds that mar the world,
Make it a better place.
Yet still You hold me lovingly
Within Your warm embrace,
For, it is not by my poor deeds
That I am granted grace,
But only through Your ceaseless love
That I will see Your face.