"...And He Knows When They Fall."

It startled me.

With a creak reminiscent of floorboards begging to be trodden upon, the mind swept aside its gunk and ever so faintly, the piano keys found solace in quantifying my thoughts.

“Our God is far greater than words can make known,
Exalted and holy, He reigns on His throne.
In infinite splendor He rules over all;
Yet He feeds the poor sparrows, and He knows when they fall.

...His power is great and will ever endure.
His wisdom is peaceable, gentle and pure.
But greater than all these glories I see,
Is the glorious promise that He cares for me."

You know the song. You carried its tune.

You were happiest when You played.

And I know that Your dream will be fulfilled.

Someday.