It doesn't matter if you don't have a six-pack like Brad Pitt.
It doesn't matter if you can't sing like Robbie Williams.
It doesn't matter if you don't look like Colin Farrell.
It doesn't matter if you can't drum like Ringo Starr.
It doesn't matter if you can't play guitar like John Lennon.
It doesn't matter if you can't cook like Jamie Oliver.
It doesn't matter if you don't earn as much as Donald Trump.
It doesn't matter if you can't bend it like Beckham.
It doesn't matter if you don't work 9-5.
It doesn't matter even if you're not always on time.

It matters how you treat me.
It matters Who you believe in.
It matters that you understand why I live my life this way.
It matters that you'll pray with me.
It matters that you'll pray for me.
It matters that you'l encourage me along the way.
It matters how you use your gifts.
It matters.

I've seen them fall, one by one,
my Christian sisters.
Disappointed.
Disheartened.
Disillusioned.
I've seen them, one by one,
lose their faith over a man.
I've seen them leave the narrow way,
because of a man who does not believe.
I've seen them wander off the path
and not return.

I don't want to be like them.
I've wandered,
but I've come back.
I don't want to wander again.
It matters that I share my life
with one who understands my faith.
I need the strength to walk the narrow path.
I need the faith to resist the lure away.
I need the strength to wait and hope
and pray that some day
one will come along that same path with me.
It doesn't matter who he is.
Yet it matters who he is,
and who his hope is in.
That's the most important thing.