Whose am I New Creation Rhythm

[Verse 1] I stepped in the boat with my shoulders so tight Dragging the weight of my failures and fright Used to ask "Who am I?" while I stared at the wake Trying to forge my own path for my sake But the seat has my name on the bench by the side And the Servant says "Sit down, let the old self subside" [Pre-Chorus] Hey… behold the breath, Yod… see the hand take hold, Hey… breathe in the Name, A new story's waiting to unfold The question has shifted in light of His grace Not "Who am I?" but "Whose am I?" in this place [Chorus] I'm a new creation, the old's washed away My name isn't anchored in what I could say It's the rhythm we pull when we face the One true Syncing my oar with the strength of the crew Behold the breath, and behold the Hand at work I'm His in the boat, where the old labels fade Row with the rhythm, let go of the past My identity's found in the stroke that will last [Verse 2] When my arms start to tremble, the others hold pace They carry the weight through the wind and the race No rower discovers their truest design Sitting alone on the water so blind The enemy whispers, "You're broken, you're through" But the Coxswain says "Beloved, you're part of My crew" [Pre-Chorus] Hey… behold the breath, Yod… see the hand take hold, Hey… breathe in the Name, A new story's waiting to unfold The question has shifted in light of His grace Not "Who am I?" but "Whose am I?" in this place [Chorus] I'm a new creation, the old's washed away My name isn't anchored in what I could say It's the rhythm we pull when we face the One true Syncing my oar with the strength of the crew Behold the breath, and behold the Hand at work I'm His in the boat, where the old labels fade Row with the rhythm, let go of the past My identity's found in the stroke that will last [Bridge] Trust and obey, that's the practice that heals Breathing the Name while the Spirit reveals Fix my eyes forward, don't look at the shore The old man is sinking, he won't rule no more I'm seated with Him in the rhythm of grace A brand new beginning, a family embrace [Final Chorus] I'm a new creation, the old's washed away My name isn't anchored in what I could say It's the rhythm we pull when we face the One true Syncing my oar with the strength of the crew Behold the breath, and behold the Hand at work I'm His in the boat, where the old labels fade Row with the rhythm, let go of the past My identity's found in the stroke that will last [Outro] Not by my merit… not by my past But by the Breath and the Hand that hold fast Hey… Yod… Hey… Whose am I? His. Whose am I? His. Take your seat… face the Servant… pull in time… You're a new creation.