I remember the times of old
I meditate on all Your works
I muse on the work of Your hands.
I spread out my hands to You
My soul longs for You like a thirsty land.
Selah
Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness
in the morning
For in You do I trust;
Cause me to know the way in which I should walk
For I lift up my soul to You.
Psalm 143:5,6 & 8
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