I Want To Know

I want to know that I am loved
That no matter what I do or what I think
Or what I feel or what I say
I am unequivocally and irrevocably loved.

I want to know that I'm important
That no matter what happens around me
I can make it better, make a difference
Not with striving or struggling
But just by being me.

I want to know that I am valued
That other people see the treasures that
Yahweh hid inside of me
And they want to make a draw on them,
So they can have them too.

I want to know that I can see
That the way I see the world
Is rightly aligned with the way the world is,
The way Yahweh made it.

I want to know that I can change the world
That my purpose will be fulfilled to the fullest
And because I've lined up with Yahweh,
Things on Earth will never be the same
And Yahweh's Kingdom will be a little more manifest
In this natural realm.

I want to know that, even if I make a mistake,
Yahweh's got this.
He saw before time the plans He laid out for me
And He finished them before He authored them
All I have to do
Is obey
And rest in His power
For He does it all anyway.

I want to know that these things are true
And in reality, I do.
I know. Revelation comes by faith.
And three things I want you to know:
You are loved.
You matter.
You can change the world.

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