Something small that spoke

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When there were none of them. -Psalm 139:13-16