Why I Praise God

People ask me why I praise your name
They ask because they don't know you like I do.

I know you in a tear stained pillow
And in the giggles of a playing child

I know you in the rejection by loved ones
And in the hungry eyes of a newly saved teen

I know you in the regrets for sins past
And in the countless possibilities that free will offers

I know you in the exhaustion of fighting the evil one
And in the steadfast victory  when the battle is over

I know you in the why and how of questions unanswered
And in the grace  that allows those questions to be asked

I know you in the pain of your fallen children
And in the loving touch of a Christian friend

If people knew you like I know you
They wouldn't ask such silly questions.