Hovering In The Womb

Grant Hope #28

Hovering
in the womb of the eye of light
Draped
in the dress of the breath of life

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you
Before you were born I consecrated you
We are the clay
You are our potter
We are the work of your hand

Hovering
in the womb of the eye of light
Draped
in the dress of the breath of life

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