It was, It is still

Was flipping through my diary and found this:

4 Feb 2007, before the college prom night

I don't pray to be the prettiest girl,
I pray that i can be a beautiful angel.

I don't pray to be the brightest star,
I pray that i can be a great light.

I don't pray for appraisal,
I pray for confidence, knowing well my identity in You.

I don't pray for eyes that look around,
I pray for a steadfast heart.

I don't pray for my glamour,
I pray for your Glory.

A year plus down the road, it is still my prayer.

or is it? :)