Here With Me
A meditation on God’s nearness—written in confinement, in awe of a presence that remains personal amid infinite scale.
By Steve Wilkins
Here With Me
Millions of people calling Your Name
every face You see
Oh, my God, how can it be
that You would be here with me
The sun, the moon, stars in the sky
each set in place by Thee
their light and course maintained by You
and yet, You’re here with me
How can I know
or can it be known
the how’s and why’s of Your plan
The sun, the moon, stars in the sky
and yet, You’re here with me
*Written in confinement.*