Flower quickly fading..

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 stars,

Would choose to light the way,

For my ever wandering heart,

Not because of who I am,

But becuse of what You've done,

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who You are.

I am the 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've told me who I am,

I am Yours.

These words moved me towards of what I used to know. I'm back.