Sister Clarissa could have been on the stage
But Jesus came over & told her
He'd rather she taught the fifth grade
Sister Clarissa is engaged to Our Lord
He has promised to take her to heaven
He never goes back on His word
Sister Clarissa is eleven feet tall
Her rosary hangs & it clatters & it clangs
When she moved down the hall
She writes Sister Clarissa up high on the board
The chalk won't dare squeak
The children sit meekly without a word
Somehow you know summer's over.

Who made me?
God made me
To know Him
To love Him
To serve Him in this world
And to be happy with Him
Forever

Sister Clarissa believes in free will
The communion of saints
The forgiveness of sins
And a quiet fire drill
And when she hugs you
She hugs you too tight
And she gives you a star on the forehead
For spelling Connecticut right

Who made me?
God made me...

Many years later on a memory walk
Through the old wooden doors
Down the same corridors
Dusted with years of chalk
You see Sister Clarissa
And she looks just the same
And the sound of her rosary still brings a chill
And she remembers your name
And the years disappear
As though they've never been
And you hear yourself saying
Yes Sister
No Sister
Like you were ten
And you're so glad to see
That she's still the same way
And to tell her you love her
Before she goes over to
Her Fiance

Who made me?
God made me...

Recorded on: Michael Margaret Pat & Kate, Michael Smith/Love Stories, Such Things are Finely Done, Live At Dark-Thirty, Just Plain Folk