WHEN I think of how He came so far from glory,
He came to dwell among the lowly such as I,
He suffered shame and such disgrace,
On mount Calvary took my place.
Then I ask myself this question, “Who am I? “
Who am I that the King would bleed and die for?
Who am I that He would pray, “Not my will, Thine Lord!?”
The answer I may never know, why He ever loved me so
But to an old rugged cross He would go, who am I?
When I’m reminded of these words “I’ll leave you never”,
If you’ll just be true, I’ll give to you a life
Forever and forever;
I wonder what I could have done, to deserve
God’s only son,
He fought my battle until He won them, who am I?