Psalm 139

You saw me and You loved me
Before my life began,
When my substance, still unmade
Lay liquid in Your hand.

You shaped and molded with warm fingers
My heart and fragile frame,
And in Your book my days ordained
Not one of them the same.

You woke me with a breath of love,
And my response, an infant's cry,
Is all I could utter in a world alone
Up to the silent sky.

Hide me in the shadow
Of the wing my soul remembers;
Deep in the marrow of my mortality
Are left these glowing embers.

My soul goes back behind the stars
To find that secret place
Where You knit the fibers of my being
And held me in a long embrace.

How precious are Your thoughts to me,
That You remember and love me still,
For what was, and is now hidden
And will one day be fulfilled.

(Aug. 2005)