Here are some poetic versions of Psalm 139. Read it for yourself, then paraphrase it to fit you own life like I did at the end of this post. I hope you can access the links, and worship like I did.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pkKoCaz8_E
At the feet of Jesus my world changed
Everything is brighter
I see a picture of what I can be
My life will never flee from what I've seen
Your heart is my desire
I want to know you like the child you see
Where can I run from your love?
You've searched me and know all my heart
If I climb to the heights You'll be there
If I make my bed in hell
You'll lead me home
Before the earth existed You knew me
You called me to be holy
I will praise You for the way I'm made
How precious are the thoughts You think of me
Could anybody count them?
They are greater than the sands by the sea
Where can I run from Your love?
You've searched me and know all my heart
If I climb to the heights You'll be there
If I make my bed in hell
You'll lead me home
I open up my heart please search me through
Does anything displease You?
Lead me in the way of Your cross
Where can I run from Your love?
You've searched me and know all my heart
If I climb to the heights You'll be there
If I make my bed in hell
You'll lead me home.
You have searched me and you know me
You're familiar with all my ways
You have placed your hand upon me
With such a knowledge I can't attain
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I make my bed in the depthsIf I go up to the heavens
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 hold me fast
Even there your hand will guide me
You are there
You are there
You have searched me and you know me
You're familiar with all my ways
You have placed your hand upon me
With such a knowledge I can't attain
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I make my bed in the depths
If I go up to the heavens
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 hold me fast
Even there your hand will guide me
You search me
You know me
You see my every move
There's nothing I could ever do
To hide myself from You
You know my thoughts
My fears and hurts
My weaknesses and pride
You know what I am going through
And how I feel inside
But even though You know
You will always love me
Even though You know
You'll never let me go
I don't deserve Your love
But you give it freely
You will always love me
Even though You know
You search me
You know me
You see my every move
There's nothing I could ever do
To hide myself from You
You know my thoughts
My fears and hurts
My weaknesses and pride
You know what I am going through
And how I feel inside
But even though You know
You will always love me
Even though You know
You'll never let me go
I don't deserve Your love
But you give it freely
You will always love me
Even though You know
You will always love me
Even though You know
God you know me better than I know myself, because You made me. I can't surprise You. I can't outrun You or hide from You. You can read my mind--before I say a word, you can see it.
You embrace me with Your love and security. Your touch--Your loving, healing touch--it's just too much for my mind to comprehend.
When I'm up on a mountaintop, with the wind in my hair and my hands raised, You are there. And when I'm slogging through the pit, knee deep in mud and muck and the mundane (some might call it hell, or worse), there You are, as well. As I gaze on the sunrise, I see You there. At the same time, the sun is setting somewhere else, and You are there, too. Your handiwork is everywhere, reminding me of You.
If I seek to go my own way, and try to slip out under cover of darkness, You know it. You see it, as if with a thousands suns illuminating my sin. I cannot hide from You. You saw me at my conception. You saw me in the womb. You put me together, like a master craftsman. You made me on purpose, with an eye toward my future. You had my name written down before the world was made.
Your mind is unfathomable. Not only did you know my name, you knew the names of every person who ever was or who ever will be. Not just the six billion souls on earth now, but all of our ancestors, all of our descendants, all. Yet with so much on Your mind, you still hear my prayer.
Why doesn't everyone love You? I despise those who despise you. Why don't you blot them out? They are dead to me. I will not follow in their ways. And yet, I know my limitations. My sin separates me from You. Tend me like a garden, Lord, weeding out the unholy thoughts. When I am anxious, worried, or sad, sing over me the song of the redeemed. Tend me like a shepherd, Lord, leading me in the way You want me to go.
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