PSALM 139

David, to the chief musician,
spoke of how You search and how You know.
He spoke of You in heartfelt, holy symbols.
He spoke in symbols centuries ago.
 
Likewise, now to me in symbols,
speak his words to quiet my despair.
To tell me You are here at my downfalling.
To promise at my rising You'll be there.
 
Acquaint Thyself with me I pray.
Guide me in the path that I must trod.
Though every word my tongue doth speak Thou knowest,
yet I must still acquaint myself with God.
 
Whither shall I go from Spirit?
From Thy holy presence whither flee?
You touch me as my prayers ascend to heaven,
and here in concrete hell below I'm free.
 
Taking flight on wings of morning,
thought is found exempt from bars of steel.
Confined in chains and bussed to courtroom venues,
the truth that David spoke is there to heal.
 
Darkness cannot hide the ego,
shielding its pretense to be me.
The light reveals the fact that I'm Your offspring.
My substance, Lord, was never hid from Thee. 
 
Unperfect yet in my own eyes,
the ego still my members favor.
However, since Your thoughts of me are precious,
thoughts of precious self are mine to savor.
 
Search my heart, O God, and know me.
Try my thoughts and see that they are good.
The ego makes no wicked way within me,
the foothold being gone whereon it stood.



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