The Creator of E minor, oceans, mountains, glaciers, galaxies, stars, the universe
thought of me before the world
ever came into existence.
He knows the number of hairs on my head.
He understands me more than any human being who's spent a lifetime with me.
He formed me and knit me in my mother's womb.
He counts the stars and knows them by their name,
and yet He thought of me.
He loved me so much that He sent His one and only Son to die for me on that cross.
Bearing all my guilt, pride, and shame.
And to think that I am always on His mind.
He is speaking and calling out to me in nature, creation, and still
He calls me beloved.