Show me not a beauty perfected
By adding here, and taking there
With nip and cut and tuck
But show me a beauty real
With crooked noses
And lopsided smiles
Show me not a house perfected
By marble countertops
And golden floors
But show me a home made real
With the stress of hardships
And the unity of love
Show me not a vision perfected
If men had wings
And women could fly
But show me a vision made real
With the arm of the Warrior
And the heart of the Poet
Show me not a world
Where a few are perfected
By the sacrifice of the many
But show me a Faith real
Where hearts are justified
By the sacrifice of the Son