Tim Meek - March 8, 2020
Not My Will, But Thine
When I think of how he came so far from glory Came to dwell among the lowly such as I To suffer shame and such disgrace On mount calvary take my place Then I ask myself this question Who am I?
Who am I that the king would bleed and die for? Who am I that he would pray not my will, thine lord? The answer I may never know Why he ever loved me so That to an old rugged cross he'd go For who am I?