How precious to me are your thoughts, Father. How vast is the sum of them all. If I would count them, the are more then the sands on the beaches. I awake and I am still with you. I am truly blessed.
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me when as yet there was none of them. You knew me, you loved me. You know me now and you love me still even in my human state.
Search me , O God, and know my heart. Try me and know my thoughts. And if there be any grievous way in me, lead me in the way everlasting.
In your precious name-
adopted from Psalm 139