the king accounts

on psalm 56

I don't lose count,
Even when you do.
I'm here at every fawning, 
Here where the sparrow falls,
There with my flock gathering lambs into my arms.

I don't lose track,
I don't overlook you,
When you whisper a prayer,
When you give out of poverty,
Every tear of your laments I hold.

You can trust my accounting,
You can rely on my notes.
I am he who clothes each lily,
He who calls the stars by name,
In your mother's womb I was there forming you.

When you are afraid, you can trust in me;
You can trust in me and not be afraid.