(Your hands, they crafted me with so much love)

It was Your knuckles that kneaded the clay I was formed from
and Your fingers that tenderly pressed in the planes of my face
My temples shaped with the meticulous strokes of Your thumb
My body molded by Your palms and cradled in her Father’s embrace
How glorious, how intimate! the moment You created me for You
That Yours was the first face I opened my eyes to
My God, You know me and
You love me