Who am I that I should be
Called to be your child
Who am I that I should see
Glimpses of your face in glory
As I wonder
At all you’ve given me
And I try to imagine
Life without you isn’t a life at all
Life without you isn’t a life worth breathing for
Worth breathing for
Who am I that I should stand
So boldly in your midst
Who am I to scar your hands and then
Be lifted from the mire
Clothed and cleansed by your blood
Then filled with fire
Now I know
Now I’m certain
Who am I in your eyes?
Who am I in your eyes?
Who am I in your eyes?
© Caryl Archer