Psalm139:7-18
- Mar 4, 2021
- 1 min read
Where will I from Your Spirit flee,
Or from Your Presence hidden be?
In heaven You are, if there I fly,
In death’s abode, if there I lie.
If I the wings of morning take
And utmost sea my dwelling make
Even there Your hand will guide my way,
And Your right hand will be my stay.
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