Tuesday, August 29, 2006 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For you created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise You
because I am fearfully and
wonderfully made;

Your works are wonderful,
I know that--full well.
My frame was not hidden
from You
when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw
my Unformed Body.
All the days ordained
for me
were written in Your book
before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God!
How
vast
is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would
outnumber
the grains of sand.

When I awake, I am still with You.

Psalms 139:13-14, 17-18

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