Lullaby

The other night, the lovely Carol couldn't sleep. No, I didn't sing to her, but instead I said something like this:

O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You know my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O Lord.
You hem me in, behind and before,
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me;
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you.
The night will shine like the day
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the bowels of the earth
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious toward me are your thoughts, O Lord --
how vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake you are still with me.
...(I left out the less peaceful bits here)...
Search me, O Lord, and know my heart.
Test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me
and lead me in the way everlasting.

(most of) Psalm 139, NIV

She was still awake, so then I gave her something from Ephesians 1, or maybe it was Colossians 1. I don't remember whether she was asleep by the end of that (I tried to say it in a monotone) but what I am sure of is that I passed out myself shortly after that -- if I even finished saying it.