There is none like God the Master Planner.
Before the beginning of time Earth He planned.
Before my breath is drawn, oceans were born, earth was drawn and lights were laid out in their expanse.
In a beautiful motion the sky is made a covering over the heavens.
In His mighty power Oceans obeyed and unveiled the earth with great treasures.
The sea covers the earth and none can fathom its expanse.
There is none like God the Master Planner.
Into dust He breathed Life and man is formed a living being.
Upon all flesh His spirit He breathed and life is born in all things
Humans to live on earth, to increase, multiply and be merry
To work the earth and its expanse till we fill our bellies
To rule and reign until we subdue when we are ready
Before I came to be you thought about me.
My beginning you planned with an end in mind.
My standing up and my sitting down are not strange to you.
Every bones, every veins and every vessels you laid out perfectly in your plan.
My happy hours are in your plans, my sad moments too.
You planned my wake up call moments, my peaceful restful moments are in your hands.
You planned what I look like, talk like and act like
Right from my mother’s womb, you plotted my arrival time
You knitted me together from within her womb and
Her blood you passed through my veins to give me life, to give me breath
In her family you planted this life you released on earth
In my genes all nations will know whose I am
You chose that I may know your son at the right time and
That I may serve the only Holy one at the appointed time
You give grace and you give faith
You make me strong and then you make me steadfast
To walk in your ways so that I may belong to your race
To do your will on earth
To fulfil your purpose for my life
None of my tears are wasted in your room
All of my fears are consumed in the tomb
Every second, minutes, hour and days of my life are accounted for in your book
My life you have written out with your ink
What were you looking for on earth that you would choose me?
To whom do you need a representative that you would count me worthy?
How did you determine the worth of this lost soul that you would pay such a price?
Why would you consider this handmaiden that sins have overtaken
Where will you send me now that My true identity is no longer mistaken
You put together my destiny and you still call me your own
To you, my Lord, my God, the master planner I give all the adoration
