How I Know
Jonathan G. Cannon
November 2024
Lord, Lord let us live in peace,
Keep want and fear away,
Keep our walls strong, preserve Your own
Until the coming day.
How will I know you love Me?
There is no secret code.
I told you once, I told you twice,
Every time you asked.
You were starving, in Egypt they welcomed you in—-
Strangers in a strange land.
Then you fled to Canaan with honey and milk,
And found your promised land.
Welcome the strangers among you, now,
In the land you call your own—-
You will be My people.
You fled poverty, prison, and wars of kings
To be strangers in a strange land.
You sent them your gold as you scraped in the soil
For a chance to start free at last.
The Samaritan put his hands in the blood
And the dirt to lift you up.
He didn't know Me, but loved Me the same.
You were driven from Plymouth, from Kirtland, Nauvoo,
To be strangers in a strange land.
You took a home in the mountaintops
Where none hurt or make afraid.
To the least of these, Benjamin said,
That is how I know.
That is how I know.