Written for a new born baby
For you formed my inward parts,
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb
I praise you , for i am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance:
in your book were written every one of them ,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O Lord
How vast is the sum of them.
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.