The Lord called me before I was born.
From my mother’s womb he pronounced my name.
This we have sworn.
We never will now be forever the same.He made my mouth a sharp sword.
And hid me in the shadow of his hand.
This is the week of the Lord.
For every land.

As I drifted off to sleep.
I thought was it just enough perhaps to be kind.
So let us not weep.
We can occasionally rest the mind.

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Called before we’re born
Whilst we are still in the womb
And we are still here

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See Isaiah 49 : 1-6