Rising Star

Written for a new born baby

cello . piano. cp

Psalm 139

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.

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