How?

How?
How do You know what I'm thinking?
How?
How do You know what I'm doing right now?
How?
How do You know when I tell a lie?
How?
How do You know what I say underneath my breath?
How?
How do You know the number of hairs on my head?
How?
How do You know about the knives I place in my dear friends backs?
How?
How do You know about the secret I kept in a filthy set of sheets?
How?
How do You know that my mind is a playground for the Devil?
How?
How do You know that I fail every moment of everyday?
How?
How can You still call me Your child after the kiss I bestowed?
How?
How can Your love grow for me more and more as my knees our bent on the floor?
How?
How can You see the good in me through all the sin I have fallen in?
How?
How can You see the fruit that could be on a dying limb?
How?
How could You die on a rugged tree for the likes of me?