I think about all your deeds,
I meditate on the works of your hands
I stretch out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.
Let me hear of your steadfast love in the morning,
for in you I put my trust.
Teach me the way I should go,
for to you I lift up my soul.
Psalm 143.5,6,8
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