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.