We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden”
Crosby, Stills, and Nash.
when you took Abraham by the hand
and showed him the depths of the heavens
and the endless stars
whose numbers none can count,
you had already known and named
his descendants who would outnumber
As the psalmist says,
“all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.”
We are billion year-old carbon
reimagined, knit together,
fearfully and wonderfully made.
A miracle indeed,
yet more miraculous still
made in your image
as golden as the stars.
We are not worthy
to be called your children
yet through our Lord, Jesus Christ,
you count us worthy!
Lead us as you led Abraham,
to dream dreams,
to see visions,
to step out in faith,
to be swept up into your great purposes,
to be worthy of our inheritance
as heirs of the promise.
1 You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.