All My Little Ones (Psalm 139: 2)

Lord God, you formed their inmost beings;
you knit them in my womb.

I praise you, Lord
because they are wonderfully made;
wonderful are your works!
Their very selves you know.

Their bones were not hidden from you,
when they were being made in secret,
fashioned in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw them unformed;
in your book all are written down;
their days were shaped, before one came to be.