to give myself into your hand

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God of many names,
   my name us known to you.
I am held in the hand of your life,
   and I do not know what you will make of me.
All I know is that I cannot make myself
   any more than I could in my mother’s womb.
But this I can do,
   this I choose,
 to give myself into the hand
   of your continuing creativity.
My past, with its joys and triumphs,
   its failures and regrets.
My present, with all its struggles and accomplishments,
   its failures and regrets.
My future, with its fears and freedom,
   its pain and promise.
To loose and to bind, to stretch and to shape,
   to become what I will,
 trusting the hand that made the world
 trusting the spirit that breathes life
 trusting the love that will not let me go
 trusting the promise of the Word made flesh.

Kathy Galloway,  Church of Scotland minister


For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
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.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you.

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