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With joy, I remember
planning your existence,
setting forth your purpose,
determining your destiny.
Elated, as I shaped you in My mind.
Shy or outgoing,
a leader or a follower,
lanky or petite,
with raven or corn silk hair,
with azure or hazel eyes?
Careful as I created you
to fulfill My plan for your life.
I treasured your creation
and my heart leapt
upon giving you your first breath,
when you began to walk and talk,
and every time you asked about Me.
Oh, how I rejoiced
the day you called Me Lord for the first time,
and I’ve never grown tired of hearing your voice.
Oh, the sound of your precious voice.
Whether you’re chatting about your day,
earnestly seeking guidance,
crying out of brokenness,
pleading for forgiveness,
or engaging in worship,
such sweet melody melts my heart.
Oh, how I delight today
to know you’re so close
that I can feel your breathe.
You cling to Me,
afraid to loosen your grasp,
fix your eyes on Me as if I’ll vanish
if you look away for even a second.
With joy,
I celebrate
My adored creation who is you.
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