You think you know me. … Where you there seeing my secret parts while I was yet in my mother’s womb? Were you the one who knitted my parts together? Did you see how fearfully and wonderfully I was made?

You think you know me. … Did you walk beside me on the path of life, knowing my every step and misstep? Did you act as my guide, my shepherd, protecting me from the bitter arrows of life?

You think you know me. Were you the one that heard my brokenness? Was it you who heard my plea? Did you dry the tears on my face and comfort me in the darkest hours of the night?

You think you know me. Were you there in the darkness with me when I could see nothing but sorrow? … Or were you the one judging me … spreading rumors of half-truths whispered while my back was turned, laughing as I struggled through my failures rather than help me when I fell?

You think you know me. Was it you who was crucified on a cross for my sake? Did you cover me in your blood to forgive my sins? Were you the one who defeated death that I might have life? Do you know my thoughts, my prayers, my life?

You think you know me. … You know nothing.