Who am I?
Who am I that the maker of worlds sees me and craves me?
The sewer of the stars, the splitter of the seas, the conqueror of nations. He knows me. He loves me.
Who am I?
He sees me.
He molds me.
He shapes me.
He paints me.
He puts me on display.
Who am I?
He calls me worthy
He calls me just.
He touches me tenderly,
Not with lust.
He caresses me with his wind,
Savors me with his spirit.
He is ravished with love.
His thoughts are for me,
His thoughts are above
Every high place I've ever seen.
Yet for me, his mind has always been.
Water, earth, and sky bend as his command.
Yet in the quiet he whispers to my soul,
Blooming my affections, making them grow.
Who am I?
The mighty savior of men, women, children alike
Calls me his lover, the source of his delight.
I will not be blinded to his gaze.
I will not be silent, to him my song will raise.
The glory of people, of nations, of seas,
Belong to Him, the lover of me.
Who am I?
I am who He says I am.


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