He Knows

Yesterday I cried out, but you did not hear.
He heard. He always hears.

Today I searched for you, but I could not see you.
He sees. He knows exactly where you are.

Tomorrow is reserved, a mystery, never known to me.
He knows what tomorrow holds. He’s always known.

The days matters not, nor does all the worry in the world.
He is the way. The only way. Always and ever.

I turn to Him in my sadness and joy, my fear and regret.
He knows my heart. He has always known it.

I trust that things will work out, as they should.
He will make a way. He always makes a way.

Should I stumble and fall, I will not fear.
He will catch me. He always catches me.

Where then should I give my heart, but to him?
He loves me. He has always loved me.

Oh, then, my sweet, sweet Saviour, I turn to thee in all things.
You knew I would. You’ve always known.

 © Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.