Here’s a great Psalm to pray for thislast day of the school week:
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I’m an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me and you’re there, then up ahead and you’re there, too your reassuring presence, coming and going.
Your thoughtshow rare, how beautiful! God, I’ll never comprehend them! I couldn’t even begin to count them any more than I could count the sand of the sea. Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!