Wednesday, August 29, 2012

When I awake, Lord...I am still with you!

Oh Lord, 

                  You have searched me and known me! 
You know when I sit down 
                when I rise up
             You discern my thoughts from afar
   You search out my path and
                                my lying down
                 You are acquainted with all my ways


Even before a word is on my tongue
Behold:
You know it altogether!
                 You hem me in behind and before
        You lay your hand upon me


Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.
It is high!
I cannot attain it!


Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Where shall I flee from your presence? 
If I ascend to heaven...
                                                              You are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol...  
                                                               You are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea...
Even there
Your hand shall lead me!
Your right hand shall hold me.


If I say: 
"Surely the darkness shall cover me and
      the light about me be night"
  Even the darkness is not dark to You. 
     the night is bright as the day
             the darkness is as light with You. 


For You formed my inward parts
                                   You knitted me together in my mother's womb. 
                      I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made!
Wonderful are your works!
My soul knows it very well!


My frame was not hidden from You
When I was being made in secret,
                                                                           intricately woven in the depths of the earth. 
Your eyes saw my unformed substance
in your book were written every one of them: 
the days that were formed for me, 
when as yet there were none of them. 


How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! 
How vast  is the sum of them! 
            If I would count them,
they are more than the sand. 
I awake...
And I am still with you. 


                                                                   Oh that You would slay the wicked, O God!
O men of blood, depart from me
They speak against You
with malicious intent
                                               Your enemies 
                                                take Your name in vain 
Do I not hate those
                    who hate You? 
Do I not loathe those 
    who rise up against You?
I hate them with complete hatred.
I count them my enemies. 


              Search me, O God
          Know my heart.
   Try me and 
                  Know my thoughts!
                                              See if there be any grievous way in m
                                    Lead me in the way everlasting



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