Who am I?
I was nothing but a speck of dust
You moulded me into a pot without rust
Who am I?
I was a useless piece of metallic crust
You shaped me into a pure form without lust
Who am I?
I was a dead body with meaningless breathing
You breathed life into my very being
Who am I?
I was numb with no cure for my common dream
You filled me by your precious spirit with a new gleam
Who am I that you sought to restore my soul?
Who am I that you strive for my lost, wretched soul?
Who am I that you had to endure searing pain?
Who am I that you would withhold sun for thunders and rain?
Who am I that you were swallowed in the depths of isolation?
Who am I that you had to suffer disgust and humiliation?
Who am I that you would carve me in your palms?
Who am I that you would carry me in your arms?
Who am I that you would embrace the darkest hour?
Who am I that you chose to be a servant without power?
Who am I that you burn for passion for the likes of me?
Who am I that you shower mercy to a creature like me?
Who am I to deserve such grace?
Who am I that you would save?
Who am I?
The pain on the cross will always be beyond my comprehension
But this I know your spirit is more than enough to be my companion
The blood you shed for me is beyond the grasp of my understanding
But I rejoice in hope, enduring in affliction for life everlasting
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