What am I that you are mindful of me?
You count the hairs on my head,
You care if I’m clothed and I’m fed,
You were willing to die in my stead.
What am I?
You count me as one of your sheep,
You watch over me while I sleep,
You bottle my tears when I weep.
What am I?
A recipient of your grace,
Though unworthy to look on your
face,
In heaven, you’ve saved me a place.
What am I?
Though no worthy offering I bring,
Yet to this precious promise I
cling,
What am I?
I am a child of the King.
