PSALM 139:13-18 IN RHYME
You created my inmost being;
You knit me in my mother's womb.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
In your heart I have my own room.
When I was made in the secret place,
It was you who formed my frame.
I was woven in the depths of the earth;
For that, I praise your name.
Your eyes saw my unformed body,
Before one of my days came to be.
My days were written in your book;
You’ve always known about me.
Your thoughts are precious to me, O God!
Like the grains of sand by each sea.
How vast is the sum of them!
And yet you think of me.
Test me and know my thoughts;
Search me and know my heart.
See if I am offending you,
And may we never part.
Becky Wall
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