How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God,
And how great is the sum of them
More in number than grains of sand
They are too numerous to count them.

Your thoughts are of goodness, love, and hope
Those are the good things You are made of
You’ve given these things to the world and me
And they are born out of Your dying love.

My heart is over-whelmed within
As I hold in my hands
The precious thoughts You have for me
In counting the grains of sand.

Not counting more than one or two
The grains of sand fall to the ground
Echoing Your love for me in my heart
And they made not a sound.

So inside my heart I hold
Your precious thoughts of me
They are more in number than the sand
Found in Your loving boundless sea.

"How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them.
If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand."

Ps. 139:17-18