Memories are made of These

Psalm 139

Lord you search me and you know me
When I sit and when I stand
You understand my thoughts from afar
Behind me and before me Your hand is there to guide me
Too wonderful for me this knowledge is beyond my reach
Before a word is on my tongue
You know it all before it has begun

I praise you God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made…


Where can I hide from your presence

Where can I flee from your face
If I fly to the heavens you are there
If I lie in the grave you are there

If I take the wings of the dawn

If I settle on the far side of the sea
Even there your hand will guide me
You right hand will hold me fast
For you night is as the day
For you light and darkness are the same

I praise you God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made…


In secret, as in the depths of the earth,

You formed my inmost being
My very self, my bones were not hidden from you
You knit me in my mother’s womb

I praise you God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made…