Where can I go from your spirit? / From your presence, where can I flee? / If I ascend to the heavens, you are there; / if I lie down in Sheol, there you are. / If I take the wings of dawn / and dwell beyond the sea, / Even there your hand guides me, / your right hand holds me fast. / If I say, “Surely darkness shall hide me, / and night shall be my light” /Darkness is not dark for you, /and night shines as the day. /Darkness and light are but one. -Psalm 139:7-12
Now that I see it’s true, all I’ve believed
And all I’ve known of Him for thirty years—
Now that His joy and beauty I’ve conceived,
And He has silenced my most strident fears—
What can I do, but offer all to Him?
What else to say, but “Lord, Thy will be done?”
His Love, so intimate, cannot be whim;
Such Love I can’t escape, though I should run.
Flee Life? Flee Truth? What madness, that ill course!
And yet, would I do better to subsist,
Resisting change, though I’ve met wisdom’s source,
Ignoring Light for pride’s stale, thickened mist?
He knows my name. He beckons me to follow.
All else is sin or sham, is dark or hollow.