Different

I see things differently

I always have

It made me feel like an outsider
And nobody really understood

My views of life, of love, of people
Refused to become like those of others

It made me wonder if I was normal
If I would ever be accepted
If I could ever be like the others

But then I realized
I was made to be different
I was made to shine

And the one who made me
Had always known 
How I felt, how I saw things, how I was different

He made me this way
Because he is different, too.

His life was not normal, not like the others
He was, and is, different
Because he is the son of God.

And I am called to become more like him.
I'd say I'm off to a good start

I may be different, 
But I'm not alone
Because he is my hero.