who am i

One fine Saturday afternoon, while washing the dishes, a loud noise from one room in the house got me pissed off. I stopped to sneak what was the fuzz. And there I saw my 11-year-old nephew (my nephews are used to visit us home during weekends) singing loudly with the song online. I asked him to lower the volume finding my nephews already grown to be a little wild in their choice of music. I've always abhorred rock music esp. when it's just plain noise and lyrics have no substance. I do not see it an art in an aspect. Art has to have substance, i believe. However, as i looked at the lyrics of the song, i felt ashamed to have realized that what I thought to be just plain rock music that my nephew was so into, is a song about an ordinary one to an extraordinary God. I don't know if my nephew has really come to understand the meaning of the song other than just liking its melody. The following morning, I went to hear mass. The church is just a walking distance from where I reside. The theme of the mass was about "conversion". I don't know if it was just mere coincidence that while the priest went on with his sermon, he sang some lines from the song that my nephew just listened to on that Saturday afternoon. The priest associated the song to the theme of the mass that got me teary-eyed. I don't know if it's the music that moved me or the thought of an 11-year-old boy liking the song or must have been feeling the message of it at such an age. I don't know exactly what lesson does the music try to press on me but I know that if there's one thing that I learned on that very day, it's being able to control my emotion from the noise around me and listen more with patience to God's message of love out of life's cacophony. Here goes the song...

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.