Who am I, that the God of an ancient man would care of who I am
Would care to feel my pain?
Who am I, that the bright and morning sun would choose to light my gloomy day
For my ever wandering heart?

Not because of who I am
But because of what God has done
Not because of what He has done
But because of who I am

I'm a morning dew quickly fading right under the sun
Here for a few and soon will be gone
A dust tosed towards the sky
Still you hear my cry,
Lord catch me when I'm falling
Because you told me who I am
I am yours

Who am I, that the eyes who saw my sins,
Would hold me with love
And watch me rise again?
Who am I, that the God who can stop the rain
Would come and calm the storm deep within.

My life is yours
And You I shall fear
Because you created me
And made me who I am
I'm your son.

-Roel Mondanao Daito