What am I?

As I look into the stars

I’m pondering how far away they are

How You hold them in Your hands

And still You know this man…

You know my inner most being, oh

Even better than I know, than I know myself

What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God

And what am I, that I might be called Your child?

What am I, what am I

That You might know me, my King?

What am I, what am I, what am I?

As I look off into the distance

Watching the sun roll on by

Beautiful colors all around me, oh

Painted all over the sky

The same hands that created all of this

They created you and I

What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God

And what am I, that I might be called Your child?

What am I, what am I,

That You might know me, my King?

What am I, what am I,

That You might die, that I might live?

What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I

What am I

What am I

What am I

What am I

What am I

– Shawn McDonald, Beautiful