Pondering how far away they are
How You hold them in Your hands
And still You know this man
You know my inner most being, oh
Even better than I know, than I know myself
That I might be called Your child
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I, what am I
As I look off into the distance
Watching the sun roll on by
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
And the same hands that created all of this
That I might be called Your child
That You might know me, my King
What am I, jus' what am I, I
That You might die, that I might live
Jus' what am I, what am I
What am I, I, I, what am I