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Father,
In the secret place
You created my inmost being
Made me in Your likeness,
Before I came to be.
You saw my unformed body
And knit me together in
my mother's womb,
My days ordained, written
in Your book.
I am fearfully and wonderfully
made.
Blessed through gory.
Father,
Made to be holy
We fall short of Your glory,
And yet You set the willing
apart
To make us new, to grow
us
To fill us with all Your
Spirit gives
So that in Your favor we
may be,
Mature, attaining the whole
measure,
Making us into the image
of Your Son.
Blessed to glory.
Jeremiah 1:5
Psalm 139:13-16
1 Peter 3:15
1 Corinthians 1:30
2 Thessalonians 2:13
Romans 8:21-22 |
