Your eyes saw even the embryo of me. And in your book all
its parts were down in writing, As regards the days when
they were formed And there was not yet one among them.
So, to me how precious your thoughts are! O God, how
much more does the grand sum of them amount to!
Were I to try to count them, they are more than even the
grains of sand. I have awaked, and yet I am still with you.
*God has more thoughts of you than there are grains of sand on this beach*
*How AMAZING is that!!!*