From the choir director. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, You have searched me; I have no disguise
You know when I sleep and You know when I rise
There isn’t a distance that will change what You see
From afar, You have known every thought inside me
You have studied my path and each step that will come
So closely aware of all I do and I’ve done
Before my lips move and my tongue strives for speech
You know the next word from my mouth that proceeds
You’ve enclosed me by standing behind and before
And still You lay Your hand on me to cover me more
This kind of knowledge I cannot understand
I’ll never attain it; it’s too lofty and grand
In what place could I hide that Your eyes wouldn’t see?
Where on earth, from Your presence, could I possibly flee?
Right there You’d be with me if to heaven I flew
If I slept with the dead, You would be right there too
On the wings of the dawn or in the depths of the sea
Your right hand would rescue to save and guide me
If I were to say “Lord, the darkness surrounds!
The daylight is gone and the night time abounds!”
Still even the darkness, to You, isn’t dark
For it’s You who make light and the dark stand apart
And each single cell in my body You groomed
You wove me and shaped me in my mother’s womb
I’ll give You my thanks and I’ll give You my praise
For I’m fearfully, carefully, and wonderfully made!
Your works, they are wonderful; my soul knows Your fame
Before I existed, Lord You saw my frame
You shaped me in secret before there was earth
Your eyes could see me pre-conception and birth
You wrote in Your book all the days I would live
You numbered so carefully each one that You’d give
You did this before I had ever reached time
Assigning my days long before one was mine
How vast are Your thoughts, O precious, great God
Adding up all their sum: an impossible job
If I tried to count them, they’d outrank the sand
That stretched all of the earth and every strip of its land
Slay those who reject You and are wicked in heart
And all those who seek bloodshed, cause them to depart
For despite who You are, some men still choose to taunt
And Your name that is sacred, they toss around how they want
Don’t I despise those who despise You my King?
And loathe those who loathe You, to their stubbornness cling?
I abhor them with a zeal of the maximum kind
Those who choose being Your foe are now foes in my mind
Search me, O God, and know all of this heart
Try me and know anxious thoughts before they start
Search me for pain and then let it be severed
And lead me in Your way that leads me to forever
Reinterpreted by Luke Myers
Photo: Jake Ingle
Video: “You Don’t Miss A Thing” by Bethel Music
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