i am fearfully and wonderfully made/ your works are wonderful/ all the days ordained for me were written in your book/ before one of them came to be.
you know when i sit and when i rise/ you perceive my thoughts from afar/ you discern my going out and my lying down/ you are familiar with all my ways.
there is no shadow of turning with thee/ thou changest not thy compassions they fail not/ as thou hast been/ thou forever wilt be/ all i have needed thy hand hath provided/ great is thy faithfulness lord unto me.
in some ineffable way i understand that even as my days are not my own they are not un-owned, and that though i surrender dreams and desires i do not surrender future or hope. to know that i have not, yet that i have so much, is infinite comfort.
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