He knows my name

I have a Maker,
He formed my heart,
Before even time began,
My life was in His hands.

I have a Father,
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me;
No matter where I go.

He knows my name,
He knows my every thought,
He sees each tear that falls,
And He hears me when I call.


Chiara has a brother or sister in the making...due in December! Opa and Oma can hardly wait!