The Lord has examined me,
He knows and able to see;
Everything that I do,
And if I am telling true.
The Lord knows when I sit down,
When I smile or with frown;
When I get up from the bed,
When my stomach has been fed.
He can read every thought,
Anything that I have fraught;
He watches from far away,
Ensuring that I do not stray.
He watches both day and night,
Always keeps me in His sight;
Sees in my labor and rest,
Through failure and in my best.
The Lord knows all of my ways,
When I gripe and when I praise;
Long before a single word,
He hears what my tongue has heard.
The Lord is all around me,
Though am unable to see;
His hand is on me to guide,
Steers forward to abide.
His knowledge is beyond grips,
Perception easily slips;
Out of reach, it is too high,
Comprehending what and why.
Where can I go, get away,
I must leave without delay;
Where can I go run and hide,
My solitude is applied.
Even darkness not too dark,
For me to go and embark;
Night is as bright as the day,
Like a cat hunting its prey.
In the morning, I wake up,
Pour my coffee in my cup;
Thinking of what God has done,
Care enough to give His Son.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
