He Knows My Name

I had a delightful experience at Starbuck's yesterday morning. The girl who took my order asked for my name to put on the cup. Didn't think much of it until I was standing off to the side, lost in thought, when a voice called out, "Dianne, your decaf skim 2 pump mocha 2 pump raspberry latte is ready." (Okay, I indulged a little yesterday!) But it was soooo cool that they called my name! I swear it made the mocha taste even better!

It brought to mind this song I've been listening to lately:

I have a maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hand
Chorus
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call
I have a Father
He calls me his own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go
Chorus
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call
(Tommy Walker) Copyright ©1996 Doulos Publishing

He knows your name . . . Sometimes it's all you know and all you need to know . . . .