I remember wondering as a small child does God know me. If He was real I wondered why He would not speak to me. Now I know not only did God know me, He knew me in my mother’s womb. Not only does He hear me, He speaks to me in countless ways. He loves every person born and not born. Jesus died to pay the debt of sin so we could partake in the holy, eternal future planned for His creation to live in His presence.
All is known but Not All Know
The lonely soul forlornly sitting in a chair,
Wondering if there is anyone that is aware and cares,
The mother struggling to raise their young right,
With fading strength in a never-ending fight.
The young man or woman that feels only dread,
When they plan for the future they see ahead.
The war-torn survivor of sickness or shame,
Those that have little of value except their good name.
The loving soul that loves to love,
That has not yet found the truth to the way above.
The proud or obnoxious one that blows like the wind,
That pushes and shoves affection away him.
The widow who cries herself to sleep,
The strong self-sufficient one that refuses to weep,
The Ones slammed by disaster knocking at the door.
And those who are like a storm that does not care anymore.
The one that speaks loud things,
That sputters and dishonors everyone and everything.
The child with heart repented and eyes opened wide,
To allow God’s wisdom and strength inside.
All those that walk, talk, live, think, and feel
The One that loved, lived, and died for them desires to heal.
All are known and loved and cared for.
But not all know or feel the love of the Lord.
Great is our Lord, and of great power:
his understanding is infinite.
O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising,thou understandest my thought afar off. Thou compassest my path and my lying down,
and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue,
but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before,
and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high, I cannot attain unto it.