A Psalm of Gratitude
You not only know me, you know everything about me. You know my thoughts, my dreams, my fears and my plans. You know me better than I know myself seeing past my actions and straight into my heart.
When You formed me in secret, weaving together my intricate parts in the depths of the earth, You wrote down my days before one was lived. You refused to observe from afar. You stepped into creation and entered into relationship with me.
You are precious to me O Lord, more precious than anything. You search me and know my heart and love me anyway. You expose my evil ways and call me back to you.