Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

A couple weeks ago
a lady showed me Psalm 139. It reminds me very much of the sacredness of life-and the baby's right to live.

For it was you (italics mine) who formed my inmost parts;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works;
That I know very well.

My frame was not hidden from you,
When I was being made in secret,
Intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written all the days that were formed for me,
When none of them as yet existed.

How weighty are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
I try to count them-they are more than the sand;
I come to the end-I am still with you.

O that you would kill the wicked O God,
And that the bloodthirsty would depart from me,
Those who speak of you maliciously,
And lift themselves against you for evil!

Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?
And do I loathe those who rise up against you?
I hate them with perfect hatred;
I count them my enemies.

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Test me and know my thoughts.
See if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

Taken from Psalms 139:13-24 New Revised Standard Version.
Note: I took the "liberty" of breaking some of the sentences into shorter lines and capitalizing them. A psalm is like a song or a poem. As long as the lines were I decided to do this to make it look like a poem rather than a bunch of long sentences like prose.

I used to write poetry in high school and have been doing this quite a bit.