Who Am I?

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 wondering heart?

Not because of who I am
But because of what You’ve done
Not because of what I’ve done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind

Still You hear me when I’m calling
Lord You catch me when I’m falling
And You told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see our 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?

Still You hear me when I’m calling
Lord You catch me when I’m falling
And You told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

~ Casting Crowns

Who am I? I live out the answer to that question every day by what I choose to pick up and by what I freely lay down.

Who am I  to offer less than the grace I so eagerly receive from the Lord who always hears me when I’m calling and catches me when I’m falling? Who am I  to ever, ever pick up a stone instead of casting a crown?

We are remarkably feeble, fragile souls, so easily toppled by a look or a word. Who am I? You’ll know by what fills my pockets.