Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18
God, you have been over me with a fine tooth comb.
You know everything about me.
You know when I sit and when I stand.
You know what I’m thinking before I do.
You know where I’ve been, and where I am.
You know all my habits.
You know what I’ll say before I say it.
You’ve been there before me, and will be there after me.
You’re my handler.
This kind of knowledge freaks me out.
I can’t understand it.
You made me who I am.
You stitched me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you, that you did such marvelous work!
All your work is amazing
And I can’t deny it.
You memorized my skeletal blueprint
Before you put me together,
Deep inside the earth.
You wove me together.
I was nothing but a twinkle in your eye
And then you wrote my story,
Cover to cover,
Before any of it happened.
Your thoughts outweigh the universe
And their number is infinite.
I try to count them
But it’s like counting grains of sand.
I run out of time,
And you’re still there.