Still in wonder here I stand,
Awestruck by your mighty hand,
Working with such craft and art,
True expression of your heart.
Intricate is your design,
Beauty I cannot define,
Each part meshing with the whole,
Linking mind, body, soul.
The miracle of conscious thought,
Of every fleeting moment caught,
We take for granted and assume,
Randomness some will presume.
The master potter molds the clay,
His very image to portray,
And someday every knee will bow.
As for me, I do it now.
I’m grateful that you formed me, made me,
Cared for me, redeemed and saved me.
Fashioned me and gave me breath,
Shelter me from birth to death.
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