Sunday, November 11, 2007
You made all the delicate inner parts of my body
And knit me together in my mother's womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex.
The workmanship is marvelous and how will I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion.
As I was woven together in the dark of the womb,
You saw me before I was even born.
Everyday of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment laid out for a single day had past.
How precious are your thoughts about me,
Oh God, they are innumerable, I can't even count them.
They outnumber the grains of sand and when I wake up
You're still with me.
And knit me together in my mother's womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex.
The workmanship is marvelous and how will I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion.
As I was woven together in the dark of the womb,
You saw me before I was even born.
Everyday of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment laid out for a single day had past.
How precious are your thoughts about me,
Oh God, they are innumerable, I can't even count them.
They outnumber the grains of sand and when I wake up
You're still with me.
peili hugged at 11:12 PM