You've searched me with a surgeon's skillful hands, probing the places deep inside of me to find the source of pain, relentless in your quest to wound me so that I might heal. Like a determined diver, you have plunged into my murky waters and have met the sins and fears that live so far below the surface that I cannot see them yet. You know me like a lover knows each line that tears and laughter etch onto my face. You know the meaning of each scribled phrase I've scrawled upon the pages of my soul. I'm searched. I'm known. I hide my face in shame. You take my hand and call me by my name.
After Psalm 139
After Psalm 139
After Psalm 139
You've searched me with a surgeon's skillful hands, probing the places deep inside of me to find the source of pain, relentless in your quest to wound me so that I might heal. Like a determined diver, you have plunged into my murky waters and have met the sins and fears that live so far below the surface that I cannot see them yet. You know me like a lover knows each line that tears and laughter etch onto my face. You know the meaning of each scribled phrase I've scrawled upon the pages of my soul. I'm searched. I'm known. I hide my face in shame. You take my hand and call me by my name.