Psalm 139 has always been a favorite of mine. I love the poetic language, and the picture of God who has had me in hand from the beginning, even knit me together in my mother*s womb. In reading and praying it this morning, I realized anew that we often skip verses 18-23 in our corporate worship. In these last verses we move past the poetry of description, and into petition and surrender. Surrender is not quite so easy to take as the image of God knitting us together in our mother*s womb. Try me and know my restless thoughts... indeed.
Search me out, O God, and know my heart;
Try me and know my restless thoughts.
Psalm 139:22 (BCP, p. 795)
When I listen more closely,
The beautiful words are much more
You trace our journeys
And our resting places.
If we take the wings of morning,
Or dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
You are there.
You are the One
Who knit each of us together
In our mother*s womb.
It is so easy to be lulled
By the poetry.
You are the God who knows everything
We have no secrets from you.
When we look more closely
The poetry carries beauty, yes,
Know our hearts, God.
Know our restless thoughts.
They are plenty restless.
We are trying