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
Who am I to be restored to you?
I am nothing
And you are love.