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Do You Know Me
album cover
Do You Know Me was released on December 2, 2025 by MarkW as a part of the album Breathe
AlbumBreathe
December 2, 2025
LabelMarkW
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I'm sitting where the boards still hold the heat of the day
Bare feet skimming paint, chips and dust
Mama's wind chime is tangled
Like the prayers I never finished
And the sky's the color of rust
I ain't wore church shoes
Since the year dad died
Still carry his Bible
With a cracked spine
Every highlighted promise
Feels like a question at night
Jesus, do you know me this time?
Jesus, do you know me?
Not the me they shout about on Sunday morning
But the me who slammed the door
The me who swore
The me who scared the dark will swallow up the dawn
Jesus do you know me?
Every hidden wound, every back road wrong
Cause if you don't, I'm just a ghost on this porch
Singing a song that nobody ever really hears
So tell me, Lord, do you know me?
Or am I still unknown?
I've seen you in the flicker of a lightning bug
Heard you in the creek when it's low
I felt you in the hunger that hits at 3 a.m
When the whiskey and the worship both let go
But tonight the crickets are choir enough
And the moon's a silver wafer I can't swallow
I need more than a story, more than a sign
I need to be known hollow to marrow
Jesus do you know me?
Not the me they shout about on Sunday morning
But the me who slammed the door
The me who swore
The me who scared the dark will swallow up the dawn
Jesus, do you know me?
Every hidden wound, every back road wrong
Cause if you don't, I'm just a ghost on this porch
Singing a song that nobody ever really hears
So tell me, Lord, do you know me?
Or am I still unknown?
I'm not asking for lightning
Not asking for gold
I'm asking for a nod across the rail
Child, I've known you since the garden was cold
If you carve my name inside your palm
Let the scars still burn tonight
And if you really know me, Jesus
Speak it low, speak it right
Jesus, you know me
Not the me they shout about on Sunday morning
But the me who slammed the door the me who swore The
Me who scared the dark will swallow up the dawn Jesus
You know me every hidden wound every back road wrong
And because you do, I'm not a ghost on this porch
I'm a child that you're claiming as your own
Yeah, Jesus, you know me
And now I'm finally known
Screen door creaks, one barefoot steps inside
The swing keeps rocking empty, but the song stays on the wood
A heartbeat's stained in pine
And somewhere past the hush
A whisper rides the wind
Always child, always you were mine
Written by: Mark S. Wilson, Shawn Erwin
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