Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous and how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God!
They are innumerable!
I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up in the morning, you are still with me!
Psa 139: 13-18
Psa 139: 13-18