[who am i]

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth would care to know my name, would care to feel my hurt?

Who am I, that the bright and morning star would choose to light the way for my ever-wandering heart?

Not because of who I am, but because of what he's done.
Not because of what I've done, but because of who he is.

I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow; a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapour in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling. Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, and you've told me who I am: I am yours. I am yours.

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin would look on me with love and watch me rise again?

Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea would call out through the rain and calm the storm in me?

Not because of who I am, but because of what he's done.
Not because of what I've done, but because of who he is.

I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow; a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapour in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling. Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, and you've told me who I am: I am yours. I am yours.
I am yours.

Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am yours.
I am yours.

This song really sums me up at the moment. Not so much the "I'm yours" bits, but definately the "Who am I" bits. A great sense of unworthiness, which, to be honest, has only been increasing for as long as I can remember, pokes it's head out from time to time.
This is the closest I have ever been able to come to explaining it. And it's still not enough.

(All copyright and stuffs to Casting Crowns for the lyrics, btw...)