Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I know you are real.

How do I know you care?
How do I know you see?
How do I know you hear?
How do I know you are near?
How do I know you are real?

I reached up to you when I was down.
You grabbed my hand, pulled me up above the world, above my worries.

I know that you care.

A million tears have fallen down these cheeks.
You caught each one and comforted me.

I know that you see.

Prayers whispered into the dead of  night.
You heard them all and whispered softly back 'Its all going to be okay'

I know that you hear.

When all around me I felt alone.
You were right beside me, filling me with your everlasting presence.

I know that you are near.

Theres a hole in my heart like a missing puzzle piece.
Nothing of this world will fit perfectly.

You stooped down low to sit me on your lap.
You stood up high so I could reach the sky.

I know in my heart you are real.

You are the perfect fit to my missing piece.

I know you are real.

I choose to trust.
I choose to have faith.
I choose to love you.
I choose to have hope.
I choose to believe.

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