to GOD be the GLORY
~ In God’s Hands ~
By Deborah Ann
In God’s hands,
I clearly fit
by His own fingers
my soul He did knit.
For in the womb,
they formed me
just like the pod
of a pea.
In God’s hands,
I want to stay
and be to Him
a piece of clay.
For He molded,
my heart in them
just like the bud
on top of a stem.
In God’s hands,
I perfectly fit
for by them He put
His own spirit!
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But now, O Lord, thou art our father;
we are the clay, and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand.
All things were made by him;
and without him was not any
thing made that was made.
Before I formed thee
in the belly I knew thee
King James Version
Public Domain
Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka
