Author, thou, of my inmost being, didst thou not form me in my mother’s womb?
I praise thee for my wondrous fashioning, for all the wonders of thy creation. Of my soul thou hast full knowledge,
and this mortal frame had no mysteries for thee, who didst contrive it in secret, devise its pattern, there in the dark recesses of the earth.
Psalm 138; 13-15
(In some editions this is Ps.139)
Life, the Other Choice
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