The Way I Am

Copyright © 1975 Van Wood

 

Lord, why am I short? Why couldn’t you have made me just a little taller?

And then, everyone wouldn’t notice me

As it is…whenever I am bumped into by someone in the hall,

I know what they’re thinking and they know what I’m thinking

 

Only I’m not!  I really do like me this way

I probably would be top heavy or even proud if I were like others

As it is…I fit in with the crowd pretty well

 

The people who know me like me the way I am

It’s been a long time since my friends in class made me cry

I guess maybe I’m growing up

 

It’s funny Lord…but I think there must be a special place in your presence

for everyone who had to be a little different in this world

I feel that when I pray, I’m looking up into your face 

Maybe you stoop to hear my prayer

I love you, the way I am