Lord, how well you know me--
from the inside out, you've seen me
Each day--from the moment
my feet hit the floor, till my head
crashes on the pillow--
not one detail is hidden from you.
Like a constant companion
you know my ways
You know my thoughts even before
I am aware of them
and before I speak you know the words
in my mouth.
Lord you have hidden me from trouble
but at the same time
I cannot hide from you--
You've put me in your hand
and there is nothing about me
that you do not know.
This is awesome!
How am I to understand it?
Is it possible to get beyond
the range of your Spirit
or to hide the slightest thing from you?
Can I run so far you are not there
or you cannot protect me?
If I could climb up into the sky
even up to Heavan
or drop down into the earth
even as far as Hell
I'd find your presence either way
And if I plunged into the deepest sea
I would find you there already
your hand sheltering and leading me
If I said "the darkness is going to
swallow me up,"
your eyes would make a beacon of light
for darkness isn't darkness to you--
You are the light which makes any night into
daytime, and my darkness into light.
In fact, before I even knew the light of day
you knew me--
Yes, in my Mother's womb--
your hand was on me there too.
How can I not praise you for this?
You who shaped me
in a secret darkness
because you had claimed me
my creation was a miraculous thing!
When my life was nothing
but a question mark
in the minds of my parents
My blueprint was already laid out
in front of you--
and from the first blossom of my life
you knew exactly what I would become--
because--from start to finish--it was
all your doing.
What a marvelous thought!
What a wonderful God!
Lord, your thoughts are like precious
jewels to me, far beyond
my poor power to possess
and so many, like the grains
of ocean sand--
I could never count them all--
when I get to the end of my limits
you go on and on and on...
You are everywhere.
When I think about it, what hope
is there for unhohly men?
Men who don't understand the
least of your ways
but curse you out and speak
as though you were evil like them--
some of whom even claim your name.
Yes, surely they take their lives
in their hands
for judgement like an axe will fall.
I'm going to stay clear of them!
Lord, you have taught me to love you
so I hate the evil they do also--
it grieves my heart too!
But search me my God and
know my ways--
right down to the nitty-gritty--
and see if there is any wicked thing
in my own heart.
If there is, root it out, oh Lord--
don't leave me untouched
by your hand
but straighten me out--
so that I can walk with you forever.
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