The Lord is my creator, I am perfect in his sight.
He holds me in the palm of his hand,
He carries me where ever I go,
He is my companion.
He has formed every hair on my head for his glory.
Even though sickness and pain may come my way,
I will not fear death,
For you are with me;
Your pen and your ruler,
They have measured me.
You reveal your plans and hopes for me even when I do not understand.
Your blessings pour out upon me;
I cannot comprehend your love.
Surely order and harmony will be reflected in my life,
As others see the beauty of your creation in me.
He holds me in the palm of his hand,
He carries me where ever I go,
He is my companion.
He has formed every hair on my head for his glory.
Even though sickness and pain may come my way,
I will not fear death,
For you are with me;
Your pen and your ruler,
They have measured me.
You reveal your plans and hopes for me even when I do not understand.
Your blessings pour out upon me;
I cannot comprehend your love.
Surely order and harmony will be reflected in my life,
As others see the beauty of your creation in me.
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