There is joy
in Your presence, God
but not always
And I don’t want
my joy stolen
by difficult people
I come into contact with
when Divine joy
is mine for the taking
So I choose this day
to find joy in YOUR presence
while in the presence
And I choose to set my focus
on the beauty
and the joy
and the gift
of Your presence,
and undeniably loving
for never leaving me
to fend for myself
And by the way,
please help me not be the one
whose presence steals another’s joy
You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of Your presence and the pleasures of living with You forever.
-Psalm 16:11 (NLT)
You direct me on the path that leads to a beautiful life.
As I walk with You, the pleasures are never-ending,
and I know true joy and contentment.
– Psalm 16:11 (NOICE)
The Lord replied, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”
– Exodus 33:14 (NIV)
O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
I can never escape from Your Spirit!
I can never get away from Your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, You are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there Your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—
but even in darkness I cannot hide from You.
To You the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to You.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in Your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
– Psalm 139:7 (NLT)
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