He Counts the Hairs

In depths unseen, where secrets lie,
A love unfolds, beneath the sky.
He knows my heart, each joy, each tear,
And counts the hairs upon my head, so dear.

From whispers soft to silent pleas,
He hears my thoughts, my soul’s unease.
In every step, each path I tread,
He guides my way, by grace ahead.

No sparrow falls without His sight,
He paints the dawn, and stars at night.
The lilies fair, in fields so wide,
Reflect His care, with gentle pride.

So fear I not, for though I roam,
I’m never lost, He leads me home.
In every breath, each moment given,
I’m known by Him, my life, His heaven.