Chapter 10. Job says to God:
“You made me like a handcrafted piece of pottery--
And now are You going to smash me to pieces?
Don’t You remember how beautifully you worked my clay?
Will You reduce me to a mud pie?
Oh, that marvel of conception You stirred together
Semen and ovum--
What a miracle of skin and bone, muscle and brain.
You gave me life itself, and incredible love.
You watched and guarded every breath I took.”
As I read these verses I think about how God sculpted me:
Handcrafted
Beautiful
Life given
Love filled--
A miracle!
He watched over the whole process. I am and you are,
“Fearfully and wonderfully constructed”
Papa God I worship You! I thank You--You’re breathtaking!
I am marvelously made--
What a creation!”
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