This is one of my all time favorite poems and I just found it as I was organizing my room. I stumbled across my Poetry Shirt that was one of the big projects for my Junior Year. We sharpied on all of our favorite poems and all of us shared one poem in front of our classmates. This is the one that I read out loud to my class at my non-christian High School.
To be Known is to be Loved and to be Loved is to be Known
by/: Joy Laub
YOU
Know me.
You know my hurts and my fears.
You know my doubts and all of the things I hear when I let the wrong voice whisper in my ear.
YOU
Know me.
You see my passions and my desires, for You yourself set that fire that burns inside me, the fire that consumes my heart,
and while consuming
starts and stops and restarts all of the things that I thought I was. You recreate me. From the beginning.
I am wretched, but you see me as art.
You see me as yours, and I want to be the one
who sees You as mine, who understands that I was designed
FOR YOU
that I was made to bring You glory, that I am loved by a love so deep, that I was made for You and that You died
for me.
You know me. You know every inch of my body and every thought in my mind. You reach out and touch my face, and just by your touch, I am set free.
I once
was blind
but now I
see.
YOU.
know me.
You know every scar and every bruise and you know the reason behind each one. But you don't stop to judge me. Instead you feel it with me.
You feel it for me. Every bend in my path, every drop of His wrath, You took it upon You on that tree.
And it's taken me
So long to see
Why you would ever do that for me.
...because to be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known.
and the whole point of this thing called life is this thing called love: that I might be known by You and that You might be known by me.
To be Known is to be Loved and to be Loved is to be Known
by/: Joy Laub
YOU
Know me.
You know my hurts and my fears.
You know my doubts and all of the things I hear when I let the wrong voice whisper in my ear.
YOU
Know me.
You see my passions and my desires, for You yourself set that fire that burns inside me, the fire that consumes my heart,
and while consuming
starts and stops and restarts all of the things that I thought I was. You recreate me. From the beginning.
I am wretched, but you see me as art.
You see me as yours, and I want to be the one
who sees You as mine, who understands that I was designed
FOR YOU
that I was made to bring You glory, that I am loved by a love so deep, that I was made for You and that You died
for me.
You know me. You know every inch of my body and every thought in my mind. You reach out and touch my face, and just by your touch, I am set free.
I once
was blind
but now I
see.
YOU.
know me.
You know every scar and every bruise and you know the reason behind each one. But you don't stop to judge me. Instead you feel it with me.
You feel it for me. Every bend in my path, every drop of His wrath, You took it upon You on that tree.
And it's taken me
So long to see
Why you would ever do that for me.
...because to be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known.
and the whole point of this thing called life is this thing called love: that I might be known by You and that You might be known by me.
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