Beautiful

I give God the praise; You are fearfully and wonderfully made. In the womb by Him you were knit and tied. You are His work I can tell. Astonishing! I know full well He even created who you are deep inside- For His image and His likeness you were given, You are the work of His hands, So wonderful. In your soul He breathed His life and now you're living, And with salvation You are meek and beautiful. On the day that you were made, There in the secret place Your frame was not hidden from Him. God saw you yet unformed, And even before you were born, All the days of your life He ordained them. And how precious are His thoughts concerning you! How vast is the sum of them! They're more than a few. Countless as the grains of sand, His words fall like dew Every morning when He approaches with mercies ever new- You He will awake, For He delights in whom He has made And crowned with glory and honor. He makes much ado About beautiful you, For you're His child and He's your Father. Psalm 139:14