WHO AM I

I do not want to over do it, yet, I do not want to underdo it either. I have to share how I saw my Sister and the upbringing she gave me.
She has to be the most praying individual I have ever known. I would fall asleep hearing her pray, I'd wake up in the morning she would be praying. I would go outside to play and come back in and she would be praying. Talking to God like He was standing right next to her. And, if she was not praying, she was singing; there was this one song she would sing over and over, and every
time she would sing it she would wind up crying as she sang it:


http://youtu.be/sFilnKaA8a4

She never got to the place that the song became boring or lifeless. Tears would always come. If she knew I was listening she would stop singing and say, "Brother, who am I that a King would bleed and die for."


Psalm 8:3-4 (KJV) ³  When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
⁴  What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?