“Even before there is a word on my tongue,
God, You know it all.”
Why don’t we know how beautiful we are to you?
You know our very thoughts.
Why don’t we know how beautiful we are?
You listen for our every sound.
Why don’t we know?
“You have enclosed me behind and before,
and laid your hand on me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
it is too high, I can’t attain it.”
What have you made in us?
What have you made?
We know such a small piece,
mostly hidden from us by pain,
by experiences that steal,
lost to us through negligence,
of our own and others’.
But “ …I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
…Your eyes saw my unformed substance
and in your book they were all written,
the days that were ordained for me,
when as yet there was not one of them.”
How I grasp to know the planning
to know the care that went into me,
and continually goes into me this day.
How I strive to know,
to put to words the truth of it,
the incontrovertible truth of what you wrought in me,
of what you fathomed and fashioned,
and left for me to fathom—
the intricacies, the organization, the complexity,
the grand infintessimal structures,
emotional expression, reception, and retention,
the gathering of characteristics, of capabilities, of soul,
of dust shaped differently than any other,
of the dust where 200 billion have trod.
“How precious are your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.”
Your thoughts of us are like that.
Like the dust.
Your unquestioning love,
your inexhaustible forgiveness,
All you give is the dust,
as infinite as the light that falls from the stars.
I don’t know why you love us so much;
But I believe in your love.
I don’t know why you believe in us;
But I believe what you believe.
I don’t know why you made us;
But I believe in what you made.
I don’t know how you can know all you know of us—
what was, what is, and what someday is—
and keep loving, keep caring.
But I believe in what you know.
I see this
How will they see how beautiful they truly are?
How will they see?