You needn’t make my hardships any lighter
Or fill my heart with joy when I feel pain,
Or make each day the birthday of my being,
Or finally make my crazy life seem sane.
You needn’t be perfection as a woman.
You needn’t be perfection as a queen.
You needn’t be perfection as a mother.
You needn’t among angels stand supreme.
You only had to shine a ray from Heaven
Upon a soul that contemplated hell,
And all the rest seemed extra, like a bonus
Beside the fact You grabbed me as I fell.