Get up. Cry out as the night begins. Tell the Lord all your troubles. Lift up your hands to him. Pray that the lives of your children will be spared. At every street corner they faint because they are so hungry.
God, your thoughts about me are priceless. No one can possibly add them all up.If I could count them, they would be more than the grains of sand. If I were to fall asleep counting and then wake up, you would still be there with me.