He counts every hair
Even those we don’t
And stores every tear
Even if we won’t

Though we hurry through our days
In His book He writes them down
And records each page and chapter
Every smile and all the frowns

And teaches us to trust Him
With the details of our lives
So we might serve with childlike joy
Until our time arrives

Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. 
Luke 12:7 ESV

He Counts Every Hair
By Peter Caligiuri
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