Before a Word is On My Lips

Before a word is on my lips, you know it, Lord, completely.

You hem me in: before, behind, and lay your hand upon me.


Such knowledge is too wonderful, so high I can’t attain it.

There’s not a place that I could flee escaping from your spirit.


Your presence is a present for my time beneath the heavens.

But even death is where you are alive in more than essence. 


With morning’s wings, I’d fly away to cross the oceans’ vastness.

But even there, “there” is no “where”, devoid of your own fastness. 


Photo:  by Dario Didon on Unsplash

Source:  Psalm 139:4-9

Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Barbara Allen, Public Domain

Score:  unavailable

Audio:  Used by Permission

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