“Not because of who I am, but because of what you've done. Not because of what I've done, but because of who you are. I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow, a wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, and you've told me who I am.”
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