I believe my text means literally what it says.
“The very hairs of your head are all numbered.”
God’s wisdom and knowledge are so great, that he even knows the number of the hairs upon our head. His providence descends to the minute particles of dust in the summer gale, he numbers the gnats in the sunshine, and the fishes in the sea. While it certainly doth control the massive orbs that shine in heaven, it doth not blush to deal with the drop that trickles from the eye.
From a sermon entitled "Providence," delivered April 11, 1858.
Flickr photo by Christian Abend ; some rights reserved.
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