I begin the day
With the faith 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 wil 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.