The Power in Music... Who am I

As a familiar song unexpectedly came on the radio, I fought back tears related to its power, its beauty, and special memories of a shared time that forever touched the soul. ... Is not the power and beauty of music wonderful? ... And too this music relates to the precious love of God through our strengths, our joys, our vulnerabilities, our loves, our heartaches, our triumphs, our gentle questions and our every precious walk through the poetic journey of life. ... I share this powerful song here...

(If you'd like to see a neat You Tube and hear the song you can click on this link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CT7x3VnrqbA

Who am I (Casting Crowns)

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 star,

Would choose to light the way,

For my ever wandering heart.

Bridge:

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

Chorus:

I am a 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.

I am yours.

Who am I?

that the eyes that see my sin

Would look on me with love

And watch me rise again.

Who am I?

That the voice that calmed the sea,

Would call out through the rain,

And calm the storm in me.

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

I am a 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.

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

I am a 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.

I am yours.

I am yours.

Whom shall I fear?

Whom shall I fear?

Cause I am yours.

I am yours.