Who Am I?
When I think of how He came so far from glory;
came and dwealt among the lowly, such as I.
To suffer shame and such disgrace,
On Mount Calvary took my place.
Then I ask myself the question,
Who am I?
Who am I? That a King would bleed and die for?
Who am I? That He should pray, not My will, Thine Lord.
The answer I may never know--why He ever loved me so.
That to an old rugged cross He'd go,
For who am I?