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One of the first albums I ever remember listening to was my mom’s tape of “Sandi Patty and the Friendship Company.” Please tell me someone else remembers this collection. Sandi sang with puppets. It was awesome. This album had such great titles as “Beautiful Feet” and “We’re in This Thing Together” (which, by the way, my mom and I sang as a duet in church when I was about 7. I was the puppet).
But lately, mostly at night as I rock and nurse my little sweetie, these are the lyrics that run through my head.
Before you had a name or opened up your eyes
Or anyone could recognize your face.
You were being formed so delicate in size
Secluded in God’s safe and hidden place.
With your little tiny hands and little tiny feet
And little eyes that shimmer like a pearl
He breathed in you a song and to make it all complete
He brought the masterpiece into the world.
You are a masterpiece
A new creation He has formed
And you’re as soft and fresh as a snowy winter morn.
And I’m so glad that God has given you to me
Little Lamb of God, you are a masterpiece.
And now you’re growing up your life’s a miracle
Everytime I look at you I stand in awe
Because I see in you a reflection of me
And you’ll always be my little lamb from God
And as your life goes on each day
How I pray that you will see
Just how much your life has meant to me.
And I’m so proud of you
What else is there to say?
Just be the masterpiece He created you to be.
And we will add this to the posts that have brought me to tears. Pretty much every one I’ve tagged as “libbie.”
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.