I cry aloud to you, O God, I cry aloud. My hand stretches to you in my trouble and my soul refuses to be comforted. Let me remember my song in the night. Let me meditate in my heart and do a diligent search. Are your promises at an all-time end? Have you forgotten your grace and shut up your compassion? When I appeal to the years you have held me in your righteous right hand, I ponder all your work and all the deeds of your mighty right hand. What god is as great as you? Your way is holy. You make known your might among the people. You redeemed me with your powerful right arm. You led me through the whirlwind, through the waters and out of the dark. There is no god like you. I sing my morning praise in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.
“I will ponder all your work and meditate on your mighty deeds.” (Psalm 77: 12 ESV)