Before the world could call your name,
He searched you, and He knew —
Your rising up, your sitting down,
Your every thought He drew.
He compassed every path you'd walk,
Each valley, every height,
And laid His hand upon your life
Before you saw the light.
Where could you go to flee His love?
In heaven — He is there.
If darkness tried to swallow you,
He turned it into prayer.
He took the wings of the morning
And placed them on your soul,
His right hand always holding you
Through seasons that would toll.
He covered you in the secret place,
And curiously wrought —
No accident, no error made,
No copy, clone, or thought.
His eyes beheld your unformed frame,
And in His book He wrote
Each chapter of your destiny,
Each mercy, every note.
So celebrate each day , child,
For you are not by chance —
Fearfully made, and wonderfully,
You were His first romance.
His thoughts of you outnumber sand,
His love will never cease.
You are irreplicable by design —
An original masterpiece.