Something good

Well when my ugliness was seen
My heart was filled with hurt and plunder
For what was inside of me
Was brier and brush and broken branches.

And my voice sang you songs of love...
That I wrote to cover our..
That I was just not good enough.
My hands, which I thought were soft and clean
Were tough and black and so they were not worthy
Of touching your body
And of being touched

Oh, how my voice shook and my hands raged.
Oh, how I cursed the way that I was made.
Oh, what pain when I was forced to see
That I was something I did not want to be.

Oh, my little heart it was afraid
When the spirit came, the spirit came.
But in her voice was a power I could not deny
When she sang "You are something good, and so am I."

You are something good, and so am I.
What about all the ugliness inside?
You are something good and so am I.
What about every time that I have been denied?
You are something good, and so am I.
No I'm not, no I'm not, Lord, I swear I'm not.
You are something good, and so am I.
But I've changed, oh I swear I can change.
You are something good, and so am I.
You are something good, and so am I.