Should I be carried on wings of the Dawn
To remote depth of the Sea,
There You would find me and keep me from harm
Your Hand would take hold of me.
Though darkness encompass me all around
Your Eyes would not fail to see.
When I was an embryo in the womb,
In Your Book You recorded me.
All of my members were written down
Before yet they had come to be;
Even the lifeblood that coursed through my veins
Was screened off-belonging to me.
In my mother’s womb Your Child I became-
My own self-identity laid.
No crevice, no spark can be hidden from You;
Your Knowledge exists beyond shade.
In awe I will praise Your Most Holy Name
For the Wonderful Way I am made.
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