Jesus Knows my Call

In the stillness of my heart,

A whisper stirs, gentle and true—

A voice that calls me,

Not in thunder,

But in the quiet assurance of love.

I search for the path,

Unsure of my steps,

But He, with eyes of knowing,

Guides me—

Not with force, but with grace.

He knows the depths of my soul,

The desires I cannot speak,

The dreams I’ve buried

In fear or doubt.

But He sees them all,

Every fragile hope,

Every unspoken prayer.

In my moments of confusion,

When the world feels too heavy,

His love calls me back,

A reminder that I am known,

That my purpose is already laid out,

Even when I falter.

Jesus knows my calling,

Before I ever understood its shape.

His presence is my compass,

And His love is the light

That leads me,

Even in the darkness.

Though I may not always see the way,

I trust His hand is there,

Guiding me gently,

With patience, with love—

And I know,

In His eyes,

I am never lost.