How beautiful, how precious You are,
E’en today Your thoughts of me stand,
E’er to be vast if I should count them,
Greater is their sum than of sand.
For in whose hand is my soul but Yours,
O God I will always love You,
You are the breath of me forever,
I’m eternally in Your view.
All my days were ordained and written,
In Your Book ere I came to be,
You lavishly loved me completely,
Before I knew You, You loved me.
How precious to me are Your thoughts God,
How I see how You fashioned me,
You were there when I was being formed,
Your thoughts of me shaped me to be.
O God You have searched me and known me,
Before I was made secretly,
You loved me in everlasting love,
To e’er love me absolutely.
The vastness of beauty in Your love,
Carries grandeur I realize,
You are my whole existence to be,
You Behold all life in Your eyes.
How beautiful, how precious You are,
Marvelous are Your works O God,
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
Am I, so my soul is e’er awed.
©Sondra McPherson
16 July 2006
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~*~ Psalms 139:17-18~*~
"How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count
them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand."
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