He Knew Me

Such a presence in my mind
That out of nothing I came
With Holy hands he made me
Then adopted me in His name

Long before the world began
His love was tried and true
A precious little infant cried
And He whispered "I know you"

And every move and breath I take
My Lord has been aware
Tiny hands He touched with His
And always He's been there

For each morning when I awake
As the years have passed on by
The tiny hands now wrinkled
But His voice still says "It is I"

For He will come and take me home
I know this He will do
Because fearfully and wonderfully
He makes all things new

Book by Kathleen Higham

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