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Friday, July 01, 2005

For the Unborn


No one is too small
To escape His notice
Or too fragile
His love covers all

Even the tiny ones
As yet unformed
They also will He call

In that final day
He will raise them up
The little, fragile ones
Standing straight and tall

by Rococo

Psalms 139:13-16
Posted by Wesandmen at 2:00 AM
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