Who am I to contend, Oh Lord, with what You have allowed...
did I make the stars to light Your night, or clothe the sea with clouds?
Did I make the mountains tall and proud? Is my power heard in thunder's shouts?
Do I hear the cries of every hungry child?
Who am I, Oh Lord...
And can I know the mind that sees us all with no human eyes...
who holds the boundaries of the sea, yet brings the birds to flight...
Who's Son for strangers crucified...
Who am I, Oh Lord?
Who am I?
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