When I think of how He came so far from glory
To dwell among the lowly such as I;
To bear such shame and such disgrace,
On Mt. Calvary take my place
Then I ask myself this question, “Who am I?”
When I’m reminded of His words, “I’ll leave you never,
If you’ll be true, I’ll give to you life forever”,
I wonder what I could have done
To deserve God’s only Son,
To fight my battles ‘til they’re won; for who am I?
Who am I that a King would bleed and die for?
Who am I that He would pray, “Not my will, thine Lord”?
The answer I may never know, how He came to love me so;
That to an old rugged cross He’d go, for who am I?
“You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:6-8
“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called the children of God! And that is what we are!” 1 John 3:1