My Child,
You may not know me,
but I know everything about you.
I know when you sit down
and when you rise up.
I am familiar
With all your ways.
Even the very hairs
On your head
are numbered.
For you were made
In my image.
In me you live and move
And have your being.
For you are my offspring.
I knew you before you were conceived.
I chose you when I planned creation.
You were not a mistake.
For all your days are written in my book
I determined the exact date of your birth
And where you would live
You are fearfully
And wonderfully made
I knit you together
In your mothers womb