He Is Mine and I Am Known

I have walked through rooms of crowded light
and felt unnamed beneath the glow;
but One voice spoke my secret night—
He is mine, and I am known.

I have carried masks that fit my face,
polished words like river stone;
He read the silence underneath—
He is mine, and I am known.

When shame became a heavy coat
and fear made iron of my bones,
His mercy loosened every clasp—
He is mine, and I am known.

My lamp remembers more than flame:
it keeps the story that oil has sown—
quiet yeses, hidden prayers;
He is mine, and I am known.

He trims the smoke from smoldering wicks,
sets truth like marrow in the bone,
and teaches mercy how to sing—
He is mine, and I am known.

In deserts where the maps run out,
He writes a path that is His own;
I follow footprints filled with dawn—
He is mine, and I am known.

When doors are weighed and footsteps judged,
no password buys the wedding home;
the Bridegroom hears a familiar heart—
He is mine, and I am known.

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