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Who am I, I asked myselfI do not always knowSomedays I try to be another girlSomeone in fancy clothes.I curl my hair all upPut on my pain and thenI paste a smile upon my lipsPretend I'm all-a-grin.The whole world sees me just like thisAll nice and pretty-secure.But Lord, you see the inward partsThe heart and mind impure.Thank you, Lord, for sending your dear SonHe cleansed and made me wholeI am your child, You're my GodThat's all I need to know,