“I have a Maker
He
formed my heart
before even time began
my life was in his hands
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
no matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
before even time began
my life was in his hands
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
no matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
and
He hears me when I call"
He
knows my name -
so
quickly I forget
that
He knows my name
so
quickly I reclaim
burdens
already surrendered
so
quickly I in frenzy
try
to rewrite
to
improve
(as
if I could improve His workmanship anyway)
to
fix
to
plan
to
take matters
out
of His nail-pierced hands
placing
them in my own hands
and
not only MY name does He know -
the
names of every soul into which
He
ever breathed
His
breath of life
HE
KNOWS
for
how could the Composer
forget
the composed?
long
before creation
He
was hearing music
already
He composed
just
yet not being sung
each
life song written
with
love so pure so passionate
each stroke of His pen on
manuscript
paper blank
intertwines
note with note
harmony
with harmony
crescendos
soaring in worship
diminuendos
falling back to earth
grace
notes
gentle
meters
ever changing
all
written in crimson red
for
only with HIS life
does
a life's song
truly
sing
He knows my name
and
engraved it on His hands
He
knows each need each longing each dream
and has a plan beautiful
with purposes divine
giving hope for each new day
and has a plan beautiful
with purposes divine
giving hope for each new day
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