When as Yet

Who am I,
So wonderfully sewn
Deep in my mother's womb,
And my days seen
When as yet
There were none of them?

I praise You.

What for I,
In secret wrought
In the earth's lowest parts,
And Your book written
When as yet
No word graced a page?

I honor You.

Why am I,
So preciously regarded
From the bottom of Your heart,
And I am with You
When as yet
A lifetime's to be lived?

I glorify You.

Psalm 139

 by J Alan R

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