O Lord,
my God, you have dug down deep into my heart and no one knows me like you do.
You have restored me to myself. Knowing my every move, when I wake and fall
asleep and all between, you know my thoughts—all my secret thoughts—from
wherever you are. I can keep nothing from you. And still you love me!
***
Not only my thoughts, but my ways
are known to you. You have planned all my paths, and you know exactly where I
will turn. You know my sin better than I do. Even before I think of something
to say, you know what will be said—never is anything I say new to you, O Lord.
***
And so although I run from you, Lord, I can never escape. You are behind
me and ahead of me, and your hand is always upon me. When I resist you, when I
am unwise, you are still compassionate and hold me lightly. Much knowledge is
too wonderful for me; your knowledge is too high and I cannot fathom it.
***
Where can I truly hide from you, O
Spirit of God? Where possibly could I flee your presence? If I were to fly to
heaven there you would be. And in descending through a dark night of the soul
to Sheol you also are there. You are everywhere, all the time.
***
If I were to fly like a migrating
bird or swim the seas continuously around the globe, you still would be right
there before me, observing me, providing for me. Jehovah Jireh, you cling fast
to my soul and never let go.
***
No matter how dark the dark night
gets, or how forlorn my hope comes to develop into despair, you make these dark
nights light again, and my hope is miraculously renewed. You, Lord, light up the darkness. There is
none like you in all creation.
***
It was you, Lord, who conceived thought of me,
crafting me cell for cell inside my mother’s uterus. You made my limbs, my
organs and my mind and you moulded these around my soul. I praise you, Almighty
God, for I am stunningly and wondrously made. I am a testament, as are all your
creatures, of your eternal finery of design and construction.
***
You oversaw this project, the
making of me, in confined darkness. Your sight is like no other sight. Who can
see these things but you, Lord?
You made me in secret, and ensured a mystery, and only you could be praised for
creating me. You marvelled as you watched me take form, and you were aware of
all my days at that very time. You saw me as an eternal creature before I was
born.
***
How incredibly heavy and glorious
are your thoughts, my Covenant Lord. There are myriads more than I can count
and I am perfectly unaware of even the beginnings of your mind. I do try to count
them, because they are intriguingly intricate, but they are too many... and
still, you hold me.
***
You have no pity on those that
hate me; those bloodthirsty fiends! Those who are enemies of you, Lord, are those also that I despise.
They speak filth and are proud of their evil deeds. Do I not hate them who hate
you, O Lord?
***
Burrow into my soul, my God, and
discern how I really feel; challenge me to the truth and know my actual
thoughts. If there is any disgusting way about me, purge it from me I pray, and
lead me forevermore on your holy path eternally.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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