Elizabeth Sprehe

Who Am I Elizabeth Sprehe

Who am I, I asked myself

I do not always know

Somedays I try to be another girl

Someone in fancy clothes.

I curl my hair all up

Put on my pain and then

I paste a smile upon my lips

Pretend I'm all-a-grin.

The whole world sees me just like this

All nice and pretty-secure.

But Lord, you see the inward parts

The heart and mind impure.

Thank you, Lord, for sending your dear Son

He cleansed and made me whole

I am your child, You're my God

That's all I need to know,