Checkup

I will give thanks to the Lord,
For I am wondrously made;
So I am in one accord,
Thanking Him each time I prayed.

His eyes were able to see,
Even before I was born;
Ensured of the life in me,
As to naturally sojourn.

My bones were never hidden,
As they grew inside the womb;
And hold nothing forbidden,
To haunt me within the tomb.

I was skillfully woven,
Into the man that I am;
To be one of the chosen,
As a brother to the Lamb.

Every day of my life,
Are recorded in His book;
All of the toils and strife,
Even times that I forsook.

How precious are all His view,
That are flowing in my mind;
To motivate and pursue,
For the success that I find.

Of I try to count them all,
More than all the grains of sand;
Mystified as to enthrall,
Being spellbound where I stand.

I wish that the Lord would kill,
All the evil on the earth;
And with others to instill,
Of truly their righteous worth.

A checkup examination,
If I am on the right path;
For receiving salvation,
And will be spared of His wrath.