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, yea...
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
copyright; jmsbell/2011
Sandie
Ron
I would like with your permission to alter this poem with
the intention to shorten it and place a photo with it,
I hope you don't mind, it would be like a collaboration
Please message me and let me know if you don't mind,
My daughter's father in law just died yesterday night,
and I would like to gift this poem to them with a photo.
Thanks, let me know.
I can message you with my revised copy of your poem :)