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.
—Psalm 139: 17—18



For you created my inmost being;
For you created my inmost being;
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I go from your Spirit?