v. 17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
Father, God in heaven, you are incomprehensible. The thought of you, your power and goodness can bring me to tears. You are everything I need, and yet I run from you. I try and hide from you. There is no hiding from you. Your dominion is infinite. Your heart is pure. Cleanse my wicked heart -- turn your thoughts toward me and hold me up. I am tired. I am weak. I need you. Amen.
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