He found me, and just, looked at me, my likes, dislikes, bad hair days, bad moods, and awful thoughts. He looked at all of my shame, all of the hate, and decided He had to make me a clean slate. He wrote me a note, a little letter directly to my heart, After I read it, He told me He had a whole book I could read if I wanted. I said I would like to and asked where I could find it, but He said "You already have it, dusty, on one of the shelves in your room."