Yes, I am.

No, I don't have perfect skin;

I get a zit every here and there.

No, I don't have perfect taste;

I throw on whatever I wear.

No, my hair isn’t smooth and flat;

Though I try, it never does that.

No, my body isn’t at its peak.

And often I mumble when I speak.

My nose is big and eyes are small

But I’ve got assurance through it all.

Because even when I’m at my worst,

I know that Jesus puts me first

He’s here beside me, through thick and thin

He’ll always guide me- beginning to end

So when I get angry ‘bout how I’m made,

I think about the price he paid

And when I think I’m not in His plan

His whisper tells me, “Yes, I am.”