Psalm Praise
Lets Pray
with our Hands
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GOD,
investigate my life;
get all the facts firsthand.
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I'm an open book to you;
even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.
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You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say
before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there,
then up ahead and you're there, too-
your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful-
I can't take it all in!
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Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
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If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute-
you're already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
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At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
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I thank you, High God - you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvellously made!
I worship in adoration - what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
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Your thoughts - how rare,
how beautiful! God,
I'll never comprehend them!
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I couldn't even begin to count them -
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
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And you murderers - out of here! -
all the men and women who belittle you, God,
infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, GOD,
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See how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
Your enemies are my enemies.
Investigate my life, O God,
find out everything about me;
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Cross examine and test me,
get a clear picture of what I'm about;
See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong -
then guide me on the road to eternal life.
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Scripture quotations
above taken from THE MESSAGE. Copyright © by Eugene Peterson 1993, 1994,
1995. Used with the very kind permission of the NavPress Publishing
Group. See
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