Psalm 139
LORD, you have examined me.
You know me.
You know when I sit down
and when I stand up.
Even from far away,
you comprehend my plans.
You study my traveling and resting.
You are thoroughly familiar
with all my ways.
There isn’t a word on my tongue, LORD,
that you don’t
already know completely.
You surround me—front and back.
You put your hand on me.
That kind of knowledge
is too much for me;
it’s so high above me
that I can’t fathom it.
Where could I go to get away
from your spirit?
Where could I go to escape
your presence?
If I went up to heaven,
you would be there.
If I went down to the grave,
you would be there too!
If I could fly on the wings of dawn,
stopping to rest only
on the far side of the ocean—
even there your hand would guide me;
even there your strong hand
would hold me tight!
If I said, “The darkness will definitely hide me;
the light will become night around me,”
even then the darkness
isn’t too dark for you!
Nighttime would shine bright as day
because darkness is the same
as light to you!
You are the one who created
my innermost parts;
you knit me together
while I was still in my mother’s womb.
I give thanks to you
that I was marvelously set apart.
Your works are wonderful—
I know that very well.
My bones weren’t hidden from you
when I was being put together
in a secret place,
when I was being woven together
in the deep parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my embryo,
and on your scroll every day was written what was being formed for me,
before any one of them
had yet happened.
God, your plans are incomprehensible
to me!
Their total number is countless!
If I tried to count them—
they outnumber grains of sand!
If I came to the very end—
I’d still be with you.
If only, God, you would kill the wicked!
If only murderers
would get away from me—
the people who talk about you,
but only for wicked schemes;
the people who are your enemies,
who use your name as if
it were of no significance.
Don’t I hate everyone who hates you?
Don’t I despise those who attack you?
Yes, I hate them—
through and through!
They’ve become my enemies too.
Examine me, God! Look at my heart!
Put me to the test!
Know my anxious thoughts!
Look to see if there is any idolatrous way in me,
then lead me on the eternal path!
(Common English Bible)
A lot of us think that we decide in life via our actions whether we will spend eternity in heaven or in hell. Once lost to God, we are irredeemable beyond the grave. We make an omnipotent God impotent.
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So he said to his mother, “I am running away.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you.
For you are my little bunny.”
“If you run after me,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a fish in a trout stream
and I will swim away from you.”
“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother,
“I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”
“If you become a fisherman,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a rock on the mountain, high above you.”
“If you become a rock on the mountain high above me,”
said his mother, “I will become a mountain climber,
and I will climb to where you are.”
“If you become a mountain climber,”
said the little bunny,
“I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.”
“If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,”
said his mother, “I will be a gardener. And I will find you.”
“If you are a gardener and find me,”
said the little bunny, “I will be a bird
and fly away from you.”
“If you become a bird and fly away from me,”
said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”
“If you become a tree,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a little sailboat,
and I will sail away from you.”
“If you become a sailboat and sail away from me,”
said his mother, “I will become the wind
and blow you where I want you to go.”
“If you become the wind and blow me,” said the little bunny,
“I will join a circus and fly away on a flying trapeze.”
“If you go flying on a flying trapeze,” said his mother,
“I will be a tightrope walker,
and I will walk across the air to you.”
“If you become a tightrope walker and walk across the air,”
said the bunny, “I will become a little boy
and run into a house.”
“If you become a little boy and run into a house,”
said the mother bunny, “I will become your mother
and catch you in my arms and hug you.”
“Shucks,” said the bunny, “I might just as well
stay where I am and be your little bunny.”
And so he did.
“Have a carrot,” said the mother bunny
(Runaway Bunny; Margaret Wise Brown)