Your worth should never be questioned Every thought is balanced in morning light From the soft breeze caressing the face Or random rippling here and perhaps there
I do see the better side of the 'push and shove' You have tweaked thoughts in good directions Drifting as fresh air- affecting sound and whole And emphasizing... those life lines that are drawn
Now I will always watch for the soft touch and flair I find them between stretches of thought surfacing Your worth? If ever you question what is seen... It is the caress, the glimpse... reflecting heaven...
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
Music Courtesy Helen Jane Long 'Willow' https://youtu.be/xJDb2kF34SE