I’m not sure why I haven’t posted this before now, but here’s Psalm 139, which I took from the King James and translated to rhyme:
Search Me (Psalm 139)
Lord, You have searched me, You know me
You know what my thoughts are going to be.
You know my walk. You know my rest.
Out of every being, You know me best;
All that I speak, all I will say.
All that I mention throughout a day.
You have me guarded inside Your hands.
I can’t comprehend Your holy plans.
I cannot escape my Lord’s presence,
It flows up to heaven, down to the vents.
If I was to fly at dawn to the sea
There’d be my God to hold and lead me.
If I was to hide afar from the light
You see through darkness, even at night.
My God, You’ve formed me, given me shape.
I praise You, oh Lord, for my unique make.
Though formed in silence, to You I was known.
You always loved me, though lowly grown.
You planned my days before I was born.
These are such precious thoughts I sojourn.
To count your blessings would lull me to sleep:
I’d count sand grains too numerous to keep.
The wicked in You before me shall pass.
Depart from me then, ye murderous mass
And deceitful of tongue and blasphemers too.
How I do have them that rise up ‘gainst You.
The foes of my God are too my own
Though I may grieve hatred’s seeds that are sewn.
Search me, oh God, thorough and complete
And cleanse me until I stand at Your feet.