You sense my every move, hear my every thought,
Feel my every emotion, and read my heart better than I do.
Lord, you understand me.
Other mere humans know me for my personality and behavior.
They see my every move, hear only my words,
Recognize my every feeling, and only blindly guess what’s in my heart.
People know a lot about me,
But people don’t understand me.
They know I love the rain,
But they don’t understand exactly why.
They don’t understand that I am scared of the dark,
They just know it to be true.
Why can’t they understand that chocolate can brighten my day
And that I can’t resist touching anything that glistens in the sunlight?
Why can’t they understand that I love the warmth of hot cocoa on a cold winter day?
Why can’t they understand that I love being myself?
Why can’t someone understand,
Not just know,
But really understand?
Jesus, this I am confused by.