How precious to me are Your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with You.
Psalms 139:17 and 18
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With the faith that You fashion my ways
And I cannot escape
For Your hand it leads
Your right hand holds me
When I wake, you will be there
When the sun goes down in the night
You will be there
My life has been ordained
You have formed this very frame
And I am fearfully made
For I was made in that secret place
How precious are Your thoughts, all over me
They’re more than the sands of the sea
