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She would often look me in the eyes

and say, "I'm proud of you."

And I would wonder, What did I do

to make her say, "I'm proud of you?"

Now, I realize

that when she said, "I'm proud of you,"

it wasn't because of anything I did do.

It was because of who I am on the inside.

Outward appearances don't mean a thing,

It's who you are on the inside

that meands everything.



She's looking down from Heaven, tonight,

while holding hands with Jesus.

Together, they see us.

Yeah, I believe they see us.

Oh, what a sight!

And I believe she's whispering to Jesus,

"That's my boy, and I'm so proud of him, Jesus,

I'm proud of him, because of who he is on the inside."

Outward appearances don't mean a thing,

It's who you are on the inside

that meands everything.



And maybe he looks her in the eyes

and tells her that He's proud of me, too.

I hope He's proud of me too,

because now I realilze

that Grandma was right, it's true.

I pray that He's proud of me, too

because of who I am on the inside.

Outward appearances don't mean a thing,

It's who you are on the inside

that meands everything.