I stare at the stars.
How little we are.
Then I study the scar on my arm
and think what a wonder it is
God healed me
and left me a reminder
of how He knit me together
before I was even born.
How much God loves me.
He will always keep me from harm.
Even if that means
He protects me from myself.
I will never stop
looking up at the stars.
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