used to

I used to like the thought of being famous;

now I just want to be known.

I used to love the idea of wealth;

now I'm learning to give what I have away.

I used to want to be beautiful;

now all I want is God's glory reflected on my face.

I used to want to be well-dressed;

now I'm clothed in the garb of Heaven.

I used to wonder why I am the way I am;

now I know that my origins are from among the angels.

No fame, no wealth, no beauty have I, 

except that which Christ bestows.