I sat in my chair overlooking the sea.  Julia slept a heavenly sleep.  The Jamaican morning dawned grey and then pink, then red, then orange.  The sea was glass.  The air, sweet with palm and sea salt, mango and hyacinth.  The quiet, uninterruptible.

The opening chords on my guitar could not help but reflect the moment.  I took the wings of the morning and I dwelt in the uttermost parts of the sea.  I was there with my lyricist partner, David, as he wrote these words centuries ago.  The music of the song poured forth.

Once upon a time there was a genius songwriter named David.  He was quite a guy — shepherd, warrior, womanizer, king — but his real legacy is his songs.  They’ve been known worldwide not for decades, not for centuries, but for millenniums.  Over a hundred and fifty of them have been preserved down the centuries in the greatest selling book of all time.  Unfortunately the music of these songs was lost, but the lyrics remain.

There does not seem to be any record of song titles and so it seems that someone along the way must have numbered them.  This one is called 139.  If through some miracle the music were to be rediscovered, I think it would go something like this:

Psalm (free download)
How precious are Your thoughts oh God
How great is the sum of them how grand
If I could count them all oh God
They are more in number than the sand

Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit
Or whither shall I flee from Thy care
If I ascend up into heaven
You are there
You are there
And if I make my bed with the devil
Behold
You are there
In the halls of heaven
You are there
Watching over me

If I take the wings of the morning
And I dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea
Even there Your left hand shall lead me
And Your right shall always hold to me
For You are there
You are there
On the wings of morning
You are there
Always holding me

If I say surely the darkness shall cover me
Even the night shall light my way
Yea the darkness cannot hide from thee
But with You the night shines as the day
And I will praise thee
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Yes I will praise thee
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made

How marvelous are Thy works oh God
And that my soul knows right well

How precious are Your thoughts oh God
How great is the sum of them how grand
If I could count them all oh God
They are more in number than the sand
They are more in number than the sand
[whisper]
They are more in number than the sand