Jesus came to realize,
Even in his younger years;
He couldn’t trust his eyes,
Or rely upon his ears.

Though others couldn’t know,
He knew what he was doing;
His knowledge he did show,
When he said where he was going.

Jesus had an understanding,
He knew he came from God;
But that is not the ending,
For he knew that he was God.

Do you have an understanding,
Of who you’re meant to be?
Now, don’t bother asking,
I know why God made me.