You Know Me
When I really take the time to think about it...
You astound me....You really do. Why...?
Because You...know me.
For so long...You've known me!
Why, even before I was but a minuscule
living cell...imbedded, by You... within
walls of a pre-destined womb
You...knew me.
When all those attempts...
to end my existence failed
prior...to You bringing me forth, yeah...
way back then...
You...knew me.
My most private complex intricacies…
You...like an etched
map...know.
You temper my growths, my declines...and
amidst
my vast flaws ...You...monitor carefully the
flourishing of my attributes.
My unapparent fears, strengths and frailties are
spread before You vividly...like constellations
that adorn a clear night's velvet gown.
Your knowledge of me...being so much more
innate and intense than the obvious capacity in
which I know myself...takes my breath away...
You know me!
And I am so grateful that You do...
so grateful that I needn't ever worry about being
misconstrue d, or not understood...by You.
I literally 'relish' the fact that I never have to defend
myself to You...or...take the time to 'explain' anything.
I can enter Your presence and never make a
sound...assured that You hear every
word...that is never uttered!
You will always be a mystery to me...
there is so much about You that I just can't
comprehend...but then...I am content to know that
this is not so with Your comprehension of me...
for You...grasp me...completely!
Dear Jesus...
You...know me!
Isa 43:1, Jer 1:5, 2Tim 2:19
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Copyright © Joyce Bell | Year Posted 2023
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