Still Me

Sunday morning, radio up,

Coffee cooling in a paper cup.

Caught myself singing, missed a turn,

Laughed out loud—still things to learn.

Then somewhere in that dashboard light,

I quit putting my whole life on trial.

There’s wrong I’ve done I need to face,

But I don’t have to hate my face.

I’ve used “that’s me” to dodge the truth,

Then blamed the whole man for a bad move.

Lord, help me see what You can see:

What needs to go, what’s worth keeping.

I’m still me,

Got a laugh you can hear down the street.

Got a heart that gets ahead of my feet,

And a mouth learning when to let things be.

I can own the wrong and still believe

There’s something here You meant to keep.

Lord, teach this fire where to give its heat.

I’m growing—

And I’m still me.

I can make a whole room laugh,

Then take one joke a word too far.

Say “I meant well” on the way back,

Like that takes care of someone’s heart.

I want to hear them all the way,

Without rehearsing what I’ll say.

And when I’m wrong, stay in that chair,

Say “I was wrong,” and leave it there.

I’ve got some habits running deep,

But they don’t get the final say in me.

You know the man beneath the noise;

Help me give that man a voice.

I’m still me,

Got a laugh you can hear down the street.

Got a heart that gets ahead of my feet,

And a mouth learning when to let things be.

I can own the wrong and still believe

There’s something here You meant to keep.

Lord, teach this fire where to give its heat.

I’m growing—

And I’m still me.

Some days I catch it coming,

Some days I catch it late.

Some days “I’m sorry” is

The truest thing I say.

You meet me in the middle

Of the work I’ve got to do.

I can bring my whole self with me

When I bring myself to You.

I can laugh before I’ve got it right.

I can learn without picking a fight.

There’s room to breathe, there’s room to grow,

There’s more to me than what I’m letting go.

I’m still me,

Got a laugh you can hear down the street.

Got a heart that gets ahead of my feet,

And I’m learning how to let somebody speak.

I can own the wrong and still believe

There’s something here You meant to keep.

Lord, teach this fire where to give its heat.

I’m growing—

And I’m still me.

Keep the laugh.

Help me lose the cruel.

Keep me brave,

And willing to be new.

With every change You walk me through,

I’m still me—

And I belong to You.