faith of family / psalm 139

God, you examine me and you know me.
You know if I am standing or sitting.
You read my thoughts from far away.
Whether I walk or lie down, you are watching.
You know every detail of my conduct.
The word is not even on my tongue, Lord
before you know all about it.
Close behind and close in front,
you fence me round,
shielding me with your hand.
Such knowledge is beyond my understanding,
a height to which my mind cannot attain.
Where can I go to escape your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb to the heavens, you are there.
There too, if I lie in darkness.
If I flew to the point of sunrise,
or westward across the sea,
your hand would still be guiding me.
Your right hand holding me.
If I asked darkness to cover me
and light to become night around me,
that darkness would not be dark to you.
Night would be as light as day.
It was you who created my inmost self,
and put me together in my mother's womb.
For all these mysteries, I thank you.
For the wonder of myself,
For the wonder of your works.
You know me through and through
From having watched my bones take shape
when I was being formed in secret.
Knitted together in the limbo of the womb.
You had scrutinized my every action.
All were recorded in your book.
My days listed and determined
even before the first of them occurred.
God, how hard it is to grasp your thoughts.
How impossible to count them.
I could no more count your thoughts
than I could the sand.
And suppose I could.
You would still be with me.

God, examine me.
Know my heart.
Probe me and know my thoughts.
Make sure I do not follow pernicious ways.