My Daily Bread

I'm momentarily sick of pictures. And I have one thing I've been meaning to put up here for quite some time now. So let's take a break from all those sweaty travel pictures and frivolous posts. Everyone must get serious once in a while.

And now, in this hour of solemnity (:P), I'm going to write about a song I listen to every day and every night (if I wind down long enough to sit and listen to it, that is) - it's called 'Who am I' by Casting Crowns. This song means so much to me I'll be forever thankful to whoever wrote it. It's my morning prayer, my lunch-hour prayer, my evening prayer, my bedtime prayer...

Below's the lyrics of the song. I know gospel songs are not most people's cup of tea (including me), but if you're reading this anyway and intend to finish it, I hope you do so with sincerity because it's worth it.

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

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

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

I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours

It's lovely isn't it? I bought a couple of Casting Crowns CDs and DVDs in SF. I walked into a Virgin Records store and asked where the section for gospel rock was. Third floor, the most unglamorous corner, next to the country music section, that was where I found them. I felt a little bad about that, the floor which most customers don't bother to climb up to, the corner most customers don't bother to browse through. First reaction was of reproof, the owners/keepers of the store for giving such a crummy corner to God. But then I realised I am worse. I don't even give God the 3rd floor in my life, and the corner dedicated to His worship is smaller than the gospel section at the Virgin store.

But He still hears me when I'm calling, and catches me when I fall. He cares to know my name, feel my hurt....and still looks on me with love. And for that, I so want to be the best that I can be. Even though most of the time I walk away and still don't even try.