for He wanted me to see
in His love he had carefully fashioned
my moments, my days . . .just for me.

"I love you", He said. "I am faithful."
He told me He'd laid out my way.
With His pen He had already journaled
the seconds, the minutes, the days . . .

"You are safe in my hands" . . .
and as though I could see
the pages upon which He'd
written of me...

My anguish, my pain and the aching despair
ran as sand through my fingers
and wind through my hair.

"I love you," He said. "I won't leave you alone.
There is nothing that happens
that's not in my song."

This song I have journaled and written for you
is freely given . . . no price is left due.

He knew me. He loved me.
What a wondrous thought.
My search it was ended
for clearly He's what I'd sought.

Unconditional love he was offering
. . . and grace for my pain.
Like the feeling of coolness
that comes with the rain.

"I love you. I care,"
He said, as He laid down His pen.
I knew my story was written . . .
and my worry could end.

There was no place I would go
where He had not been . . .
for He fashioned my pages
with His loving pen.

"Thank you, Father."