Sometimes it feels like God doesn’t really concern Himself with me
Whilst in fact every footstep He can foresee
He knows precisely the hairs on my head
Aware of every moment, everything about me instead
He made and formed my heart deep within
Creating affectionate satisfaction under my skin
Shaping each person unique in their ways
His plan for my future forever prevails
He breathed a word and stars popped out
Skies formed— gently commanded without a shout
If this- His breathtaking supremacy be true
I have Faith - He universally acknowledges—a perfect view
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