I met her at a Wednesday night Bible study. She sat swaying back and forth next to the beloved lady that led the group. Penetrating dark eyes, framed with deep black shoulder-length hair, fastened to my own. Her lips spread into a smile that could lighten the darkest of gathering storm clouds.
I have a maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hand
Her life began in Korea. The orphanage she called home until eight years of age remains vivid in her mind. The unkindness she sometimes endured there affixes to her identity. She flew over the ocean to an adoptive family with a friend she had grown up alongside. Her mind does not move with the cadence of most around her.
I have a Father
He calls me his own
He’ll never leave me
No matter where I go
As a grown up woman she lives in an upstairs apartment with her beloved cat. She wears, in remembrance, a thin birthstone ring displayed on her left ring finger for another cat that had to leave her. People sometimes think it’s a wedding ring, she explains, and that thought makes her smile. When she is lonely her cat stays close beside her. Thai food, pop, and friends bring her happiness.
He knows my Name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And he hears me when I call
In church she often sits, swaying back and forth to the seconds that pass. Occasionally she will pass a note over the back of a pew or leave in search of a Styrofoam cup of coffee. She always aims enthusiastic waves in my direction throughout the service. Often, she only sits during the worship time, not rising to join in the singing. The worship band begins the song He knows my name. Suddenly she rises up with wide eyes fixed somewhere above. She reaches for the hand of the person closest to her. Her eyes glisten and she smiles, captivated by every word. After church she draws up tight alongside me. I ask her if she liked that song. She offers her light-up-the-dark smile and her hand pats the spot her heart lies underneath her chest.
He knows my Name
A song so simple as to only say he knows my name.
Someone who knows every facet of her heart and thinks she is an amazing creation. That is enough to sustain a life.
He knows her name and he knows our names.
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