Today... 'He who formed me in the womb'
You wove my life on Your heavenly loom,
knit me together in my mother's womb,
embroidering the fabric of each day,
before I had begun to walk life's way,
and as each intricate stitch was made
Your wonderful handiwork was displayed.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Isaiah 44: 1-3
This is what the LORD says— he who made you, who formed you in the womb, and who will help you: Do not be afraid, O Jacob, my servant, Jeshurun, whom I have chosen.
Isaiah 44: 24
'This is what the LORD says— your Redeemer, who formed you in the womb: I am the LORD, who has made all things, who alone stretched out the heavens, who spread out the earth by myself,
Jeremiah 1: 5
'Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.'
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The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting a glorious
aspect of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
'He who formed me in the womb'
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