The flesh comes together in an ancient dance of matrimonial love. Its tender union is blessed and designed by the Father. He grows you in my skin. My nourishment sustains you. My womb cradles you until His predetermined time. Even though I hold you for nine wondrous months, I did not create you. You are...
My womb cradles you until His predetermined time. Even though I hold you for nine wondrous months, I did not create you. You are fashioned by God. God numbers your heartbeats, from the very first one that tickled my ribs. PSALM 139:16 NIV Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me...
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