Over the hills and the dales and the valleys that I see,
are all the blades of grass that look similar to me.
Iíve wondered when each of us are basically the same,
how is it that the Lord could even know my name?
How could He know me personally or tell me apart
how could He know the feelings, I keep hidden in my heart.
Iíve pondered this question often, itís one of great concern.
If the Lord knows me personally, itís something Iíd like to learn.
They say He knows each one of us, but I wonder if that is real
when just another blade of grass is how I sometimes feel.
Then in the distance I heard a voice speak soft and low,
saying "Little one, I love you more than anyone could know.
I know the fears and feelings you keep in your heart and mind
and I know everyone personally and each is one of a kind.
You see, I created you, I formed you, and then I gave you life.
I listen to your prayers and visit you in times of peril and strife.
Iíve done more for each of you then anyone can comprehend,
and Iíve even created a way for your sins to fade and mend.
Yes, the world seems covered in grass of which you stand among
but I know and love each of you as if each were the only one."