… Sometimes we need to be reminded
about the love story God has written
about our life before our days were even one.
Before I ever breathed my first,
Before I knew my name.
You knit me in my mother’s womb,
You formed my tiny frame.
You marveled in my secret place,
A poem of words could quote.
The pages of your thoughts of me,
A pen, your story wrote.

The details of my life you penned,
Page one unto The End.
You wrote before my days were one,
So much to comprehend.
I marvel at this book you write,
Such dreams you have for me.
And touchable the moon and stars,
If I would reach for Thee.

Your pen which captures every word,
Your heart, each page conceal.
A Father bid’s me to Himself,
With secrets to reveal.
The many chapters of this book,
You write that others see.
That through the windows of my days,
Your love reflects through me.

Forgive me when I take your pen,
Your perfect words despite.
And choose to change the narrative,
And pages dare re-write.

But yet the story does remain,
A Father’s love through me.
Who waits until I turn the page,
And take the hand of Thee.

To live the life He wrote for me,
With dreams among the moon.
Which wait their turn to be revealed,
In chapters coming soon.

A diary you kept for me,
Inspired words, devote.
This love you want to live through me,
A pen, your story wrote.

15My 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.
16Your eyes saw my unformed body;
the days ordained for me were written
your book before one of them came to be.
17How precious to me are your thoughts,
Oh, How vast is the sum of them!
Psalm 139:15-17 (NIV)