Who am I that I should be conceived of?

That intelligent design was wasted on a thankless soul?

Who am I that you would liken yourself to me?

If I asked would I really see?

Do I care that you knew me before my birth?

That you denied every portion of your worth?

I denied you at every turn.

I denied your plan for the lost.

A blasphemer unwilling to count the cost.

I sunk into the sea and you continually reached out

Dying.

Who am I to be restored to you?

I am nothing

And you are love.