He knows me. Intimately. In the correct sense of the word.
He knows the number of hairs on my head.
He knows the hairs left on my comb.
That’s how closely He watches over me.
He knows my scent. He distinguishes me from the rest.
Oh how He loves me!
He called me. He knew precisely what to dial. I answered Him.
He told me I was royal, He said He chose me, He called me peculiar.
For a while now, I’ve been looking for Perfect Love. Only in Him have I found it.
He embodies it. He is it.
I feel so secure and accepted in my strangeness.
His love has casted out all my fears.
He is all that matters.
He knows me because He made me.
Fearfully and wonderfully.
He carefully knitted my DNA helix. He painstakingly arranged my chromosomes.
He used Himself as a prototype.
Then He planted me in my mother’s womb.
I am not alone. He is here with me. He walks with me.
He will never leave me nor forsake me.
He cares deeply for me. He knows everything about me.
That dream, that desire, that feeling, that habit, that secret, that thought, that person, that list and that plan…