I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.
We praise God because we remember what He has made of us, delicate nerves and blood vessels wrought with skill we can scarcely fathom. The Psalmist needed no anatomy to see the marvel; his soul knew full well that our own bodies are miracles that silence doubt.
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David refuses the hiding places where men cloak themselves in lies. He fixes on a truth that strips all pretense bare: nothing escapes God's sight, not because He watches from afar, but because He shaped us bone by bone in darkness and cannot be ignorant of what He has made.
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Commenting on Psalm 139:1-24
Not one bone escaped His view when we were wrought in secret, in the womb's dark shop where no light penetrates yet all is curiously embroidered, sinew and vessel and fiber interlaced with a skill no human needle could match. God alone saw what He was making there.
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