morning prayer

You formed me

in the dark, in Your name, 
fearfully and wonderfully
I was knit to proclaim

You created me

and You make no mistakes.
Molded and crafted 
I was brought here to 

Praise You for loving me

When it doesn't make sense
Your grace extends far 
and Your mercy is everyday

Covering me..

Making me new inside out.
It's to You that I run 
when my strength has run out

When I struggle 

And feel hopeless and weak

I know that I'm held

by the Promise you keep.

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