Who Are You to Me?
Are you some shadowed, distant figure—
Some way-off, unknown deity?
This is a heart and soul encounter.
Just what is it you mean to me?
Then, what am I to you?
Am I a faceless crowd placeholder,
A member of the mass of humanity?
This is a love and truth endeavor
To find out what I mean to you.
You are my Lord and you’re my Savior.
You’re all the standard fare;
And yet you’re more, you’re so much more.
For you are my spirit’s lover,
My soul’s restorer,
As no one else can be.
You are the love of this one’s life.
Before I was, you knew me.
It was you who’d chosen first.
You’ve counted my hairs and pursued me
Till I turned to seek your grace.
Though you own the stock upon a thousand hills,
Still you reach down to lift my face.
I live to honor you.

“Can you find out the deep things of God? Can you find out the limit of the Almighty? It is higher than heaven—what can you do? Deeper than Sheol—what can you know?” (Job 11: 7-8 ESV)