He Knows My Name
Last Sunday, Pastor Keith suggested that we take our time this week...that we don't rush forward to the jubilation of Easter morning, but instead read along in the Gospel of John, trying to connect with the progression of holy week. So, i've been reading along, trying to "be there."
Today, as i read the words of the 17th chapter, i decided to do a brave, brave thing and insert my name in place of "they" and "those." Jesus is talking to his father...he knows the hour is near...He knows the mission is almost accomplished...in this personalized version He talks to his father about...me:
John 17:1-11 (NRSV), personalized
"Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may glorify you, since you have given him authority over all people, to give eternal life to all whom you have given him. And this is eternal life, that Donna may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent. I glorified you on earth by finishing the work that you gave me to do. So now, Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had in your presence before the world existed.
I have made your name known to Donna, whom you gave me from the world. Donna is yours, and you gave her to me, and she has kept your word. Now she knows that everything you have given me is from you.; for the words that you gave to me I have given to Donna, and she received them and knows in truth that I came from you; and Donna has believed that you sent me. I am asking on her behalf; I am not asking on behalf on the world, but on behalf of Donna, whom you gave me, because she is yours. All mine are yours, and yours are mine; and I have been glorified in them. And now I am no longer in the world, but Donna is in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect Donna in your name, whom you have given me, so that she may be one with me, as we are one."
He Knows My Name by Tommy Walker
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
and He hears me when I call.
I have a Father
He calls me his own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go.
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