If God had a fridge, my picture would be on it
He knitted me together in my mum's womb
He counted the hairs on my head
He holds me in the palm of his mighty hand and covers me with his other
He fights all my battles and wins
He hung the moon
Nothing, no one, nor all the powers of Hell can separate me from his love
I am a friend of God
He calls me friend
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