Who am I? What special purpose is mine?
I follow winged sparrow, and I yearn, I yearn to soar.
I hear the ocean’s thunder. There is pow’r! But what am I?
I see lilies blooming where the winter storms have swept the field. I feel the sun; I feel that by its radiance I see all that God created.
I, too, am God’s creation and he knows me as his own.
Tenderly, I know him in my heart.
Who am I? I am a daughter of God.