You Mold The Clay That Forms Me

In your hands you mold the clay

You do the woodwork

You shape the masterpiece

In your hands I give myself worth

My life

My knowledge of who you are inside and out

You know me

Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

You have searched me, Lord,

    and you know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise;

    you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down;

    you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue

    you, Lord, know it completely.

You hem me in behind and before,

    and you lay your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

    too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

    Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

    if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10 

even there your hand will guide me,

    your right hand will hold me fast.

11 

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

    and the light become night around me,”

12 

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

    the night will shine like the day,

    for darkness is as light to you.

13 

For you created my inmost being;

    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14 

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

    your works are wonderful,

    I know that full well.

15 

My frame was not hidden from you

    when I was made in the secret place,

    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

16 

Your eyes saw my unformed body;

    all the days ordained for me were written in your book

    before one of them came to be.

17 

How precious to me are your thoughts,God!

    How vast is the sum of them!

18 

Were I to count them,

    they would outnumber the grains of sand—

    when I awake, I am still with you.

You have always seen what life is in me forming me before the very seed of life

Like a baby I was born

Like a seed I started as a tiny bean becoming into a full women in your eyes

Shadows lurking on every side trying to shun me down

My image you formed created by you

A story I told as I made my choice in each journey I step foot upon my path

Trying to hide in every effort of self acceptance I tried

You always bringing me back

For from you there is nothing I can hide

Nothing!

Not even my self image I see in me

For you created my inmost being;

    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

You know my story as I am still being created in fullness

In your hands you mold the clay

You do the woodwork

You shape the masterpiece

In your hands I give myself worth

My life

My knowledge of who you are inside and out

You know me

You mold the clay that forms me

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J. Palmer

Living under the wings of God and the angels around me keeping me going and safe. Sharing the love of Christ.

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