Steffany Gretzinger - You Know Me Lyrics

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You Know Me - Steffany Gretzinger | Bethel Music Worship

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I’ve spent a lot of evenings sitting on this back porch, watching the sun drag itself over the horizon until the shadows stretch thin and gray. My hands are map-lined now, stiff in the joints, and the ink in my old hymnals has faded to the color of dry tea. When you get to my age, you stop looking for the high-octane thrill of a new melody. You start looking for something that can hold you up when your own legs have gone soft.

Steffany Gretzinger’s song, You Know Me, lands differently when the house is quiet and the worries of the day have stopped knocking at the door. There’s a line in there—"You memorize me"—that caught me off guard the other night.

It’s a peculiar way to say it, isn't it? To memorize someone. It sounds like a labor of love, the kind of study a mother gives her newborn or a husband gives the face of a wife who is slowly forgetting her own name. We’re used to the verse in Psalm 139 about being knit together in the womb, but "memorize" feels different. It implies that I am worth the effort of being learned.

When I was younger, I thought knowing God meant reading the thick books and memorizing the rules. I thought He was watching me like a schoolmaster waiting for a slip-up. But after40 years of walking through the fire—after burying friends, after wondering why the prayers for healing didn't land the way I wanted—that fear has curdled into something else. It’s a relief, really, to think that He has memorized not just my successes, but the way I look when I’m broken. He knows the specific shape of my grief and the exact cadence of my doubts.

"And You are God and You don’t miss a thing."

That sentence sits heavy in the room. Some days, I find it terrifying. If He doesn't miss a thing, then He saw the bitterness I hid behind a polite smile at the grocery store. He saw the times I didn't reach out when I should have. But then, there’s the flip side. If He doesn’t miss a thing, then He saw the quiet, invisible acts of mercy that no one else bothered to notice. He saw the resolve to keep standing when everything told me to sit down.

Does this song hold up when the strength is gone? I’m not sure I have a tidy answer for that. Sometimes, the "whoa ohs" feel a bit like young man’s noise—a way to fill space when you don’t have the words to describe the ache of existence. But then, the stillness returns, and I’m reminded that He doesn't need me to be impressive. He just needs me to be known. And if He’s already memorized the worst of me, maybe there’s room for the rest of me to finally rest.