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Allow darkness to hide me, Let the light turn into night; So that the Lord cannot see, That will keep me from His sight. Even darkness does not hide, For night is as bright as day; When darkness and light collide, He will still see where I stray. God sees me where I have been, He sees me where I will be; Because of the glowing sin, There is no way I am free. God made my inner being, Knitted me inside the womb; And already decreeing, When I will be in the tomb. I will give thanks to the Lord, Since I am awesomely made; And remain in one accord, Listen to what is conveyed. Masterpieces God creates, My soul is fully aware; As the Lord appreciates, Those who are willing to share. My bones not hidden from God, When I was made in secret; Skillfully woven unflawed, But cracked each time of regret. His eyes saw before my birth, Throughout each day of my life; Recorded my time on earth, In His book about my strife. How precious each of His thought, How vast in number they are; All the hidden secrets sought, Each one is a shining star. If I could just count them all, More than counting grains of sand; If I take a deadly fall, He is helping me to stand. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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