To: Music Director
Memo: Here’s something you can set to music.
Master and Ruler, you have thoroughly examined me and you know me.
You know every time I sit down and every time I get up; despite the distance that separates us, you’re able to read my mind.
You know when I’m going out and when I’m turning in; you know me inside and out.
Before a word leaves my mouth, you know what I am going to say.
It’s like I’m in a cage and you’re holding me in the palm of your hand.
Such intimacy blows my mind—there’s no way I could ever know someone so well.
Is there anywhere I can go away from you? Is it possible to escape you?
If I were to go into deep space, you’d be there. If I could camp out on the ocean floor, you’d be there.
If I could surf the early morning horizon or float along the where the ocean meets the sky, even there your hand would be guiding me, holding on to me tightly.
I might say, “When it gets dark, I’ll be able to hide,” but there no such thing as darkness to you. To you, even night looks like day and darkness like light.
You see, you created my inner core; you knit me like a sweater when I was in my mother’s womb.
I am amazed by how you made me—it’s too awesome and incredible!
I have no doubt that everything you do is astonishing.
You could see right through to my skeleton when I was being formed in God knows where—when I was being woven together in the womb of the earth.
You saw me when I was just a shapeless blob of cells, and you wrote in your book the story of every day I have been destined to live, before I lived even the first one.
I can’t tell you how much I value your thoughts, God. Their sum equals infinity!
If it were possible to count them, it would be like me setting out to count the grains of sand on every beach in the world.
I wake up every morning, and I am still with you.
There’s just one thing, God. It’s these evil, bloodthirsty men. I wish you’d mop the floor with them! They always mouthing off about you and disrespecting you.
Master and Ruler, don’t I hate anyone who hates you, and loathe everyone participating in the rebellion against you?
All I feel for them is hatred, and I consider them my enemies.
Examine me through and through, God, prod and probe and dig into my anxieties. Let me know what you find that doesn’t please you, and guide me along the way to eternal life.