...ItGOesON::::::: Song Of Love

Thursday, December 22, 2005

You have searched me.
You know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise.
You perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern 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.
You hem me in—behind and before.
You have laid your hand upon me.
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.
How precious to me are your thoughts!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.