Jesus Knows My Name

I was carrying all these questions, borrowing light from passing days. Reading signs like

broken compasses, trying to find my way. I carry dreams like folded letters,

sealed with doubt and hope the same. Scared that if I open them,

they'd call me by my name. Then a quiet truth inside the silence said,

"Don't hurry, don't explain. What you're looking for is listening. It's been listening

all the same." When I want it with my whole heart, the stars realign,

the seasons change. Every stepping stone rearranges. Jesus knows my name.

Every step I take with meaning. Every fight I'll dare to claim. I'm not walking