Known

Do the thing that feeds your soul,

for if not, your being shall take a sad toll.

Your mind will thank you.

Your will shall bless you.

Your emotions will comfort you.

Sing the song that only you can sing,

bring the offering that only you can provide the king.

There is nothing trite or dull about this.

His delight in you is immense,

and he relishes time with you as he knows you,

through and through;

you are known.

How does it feel being known and understood?

How does it feel being prized?

How does it feel being loved, with all your secrets known?