The Inmost Place
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body
He gives life.
Knits and holds together.
Hears cries, answers prayers.
Knows our names.
Ordains days and lifespans and places and times.
Directs kings’ hearts.
Defends orphans and widows.
Gives judgments and calls to account.
The One who forms as a weaver and potter
is the only One who can rip out threads and dash upon rocks.
The One who gives breath to all life
is the only One who can rightfully take it away again.
Our unformed bodies–
known and seen by Him.
Knit and cherished and planned by Him.
Let us be in agreement with Him.