Somebody Knows Me

I really don't become me,
And yet, well, here I am.
I'd like to understand me,
But I guess that's not God's plan.
He formed me in His image,
So that I could see in Him.
He understands my heart and soul,
The outside and the in.
So if I should feel befuddled,
Find the answers hard to tell,
My comfort lies in knowing
That somebody knows me well.


All I can really say for this is that it helped me feel better at the time, and that's all that matters.