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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.
Amen.
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Psalm 139
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