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Though you may not be seen by eyes,
I'm shaping you, inside
Your mothers womb, secure and safe,
And there you will abide
Until you've been entirely formed,
Developed fully there,
Each aspect of your life will be
Adorned, with tender care.

I know you as you are right now,
I'm watching growth, each day,
You brain, your organs, limbs and form,
Progressing on their way.
I have a purpose 'ready planned
For when your date is due,
Nobody else can do YOUR job, 
It's 'specially for you'.

I have already set the date
When you will breathe your last,
And while for you 'twill seem long time,
The years will go quite fast.
I will be watching over you,
You may be unaware,
But every aspect of your years,
Been planned with loving care.
                                                      Father God.










 

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