I know who i am

Scratch and scrape for significance,
Cut and paste, make your monuments,
What a waste when it all caves in.

I have seen his mark in my fingerprints,
I have felt his spark across the firmament,
And, while the world was still dark, I was known by him.

Engraved in the palm of his hand.

I know who I am,
I know who I am.

But I lose my place and I come undone,
Trying to hold my space,
Trying to be someone in the wild goose chase that I run and run.

But even in sinking sand...

I know who I am,
I know who I am.

In the presence of the lamb.

I know who I am, hey,
I know who I am.

I know who I am.

I know who I am.