V1.

You can tell me I'm not good enough,

Not pretty enough,

Not thin enough.

You can tell me whatever you want,

But it won't change a thing.


Ch.

Cause I know I'm beautiful,

I've been fearfully, wonderfully made.

In God's eyes I'm perfect,

So why should what you say matter?


V2.

You think you can bring me down,

Make me feel bad,

Make me cry.

You think you can control how I feel about me,

But you don't effect me.


Ch.

Cause I know I'm beautiful,

I've been fearfully, wonderfully made.

In God's eyes I'm perfect,

So why should what you think matter?


Br.

God tells me I'm good enough,

Pretty enough,

Thin enough.

He tells me what He wants me to hear,

And it changes everything.

He lifts me up,

Makes me feel good,

Wipes away my tears.

Shows me how to feel about being me,

And effects all that I am.


Ch. Revised

God tells me I'm beautiful,

He says I'm fearfully, wonderfully made.

He tells me I'm perfect

As I am.

And to his opinion I'll listen.