"The heavens show the genius of Your master skill; The earth displays the beauty of Your perfect will. What precision is displayed, In this vast world You have made. How can I, a child of dust, Deserve the love of Your touch? You formed me in my mother's womb, According to Your plan; You made each tiny finger, And You made each little hand. I am Your Creation; You shaped each hidden part. And this shall be my greatest joy- To praise You... From my heart. Some things about my life I cannot understand, But still I trust the wisdom Of Your master plan. Though the way I cannot see, Though my path confuses me, I will trust what You've begun; Your work of love is not done." You formed me in my mother's womb, According to Your plan; You made each tiny finger, And You made each little hand. I am Your Creation; You shaped each hidden part. And this shall be my greatest joy- To praise You... From my heart. From my heart. From my heart.