Before each nerve was sewn, or breath of life inspired,
Before each muscle formed, or potter’s clay was fired,
He knew me even then. His hand was on my heart,
He shaped me with His power. With Him I’ll never part.
The years have withered me. My body groans within,
To see how far we’ve fallen and dwell within our sin.
Though we have been forgiven, we falter every day,
Our faith has been diminished by things we do and say.
Still closely He remains. He promises to stay.
Close by me as I limp through life! Refreshing me each day.
Assure me that your precious blood has paid for every sin,
And lead me to your heavenly gate where new life lies within.