to glimpse the heaven enfolded in a bud,
and to experience eternity in the smallest act of love.
Listen to me, Lord, as a mother,
and hold me warm, and forgive me.
Soften my experiences into wisdom,
my pride into acceptance,
my longing into trust,
and soften me into love.
How precious are your thoughts toward me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:
when I wake I am still with you.
Psalm 139: 17-18 NKJV