You see into the shadows of my soul.
You know me better than I know myself.
You stretch me out and read me like a scroll.
You’ve found the secrets on my secret shelf.
To think of all you’ve seen me say and do,
Makes me ashamed in my unworthiness.
I can’t get small enough to hide from You.
O Lord, accuse me now and I’ll confess!
Yet even though You know me through and through,
You love me still regardless of my sin.
You sent Your Son to save the world, it’s true,
And saved a wretch like me in my chagrin.
Unworthy though I am You love me so,
You must see something in me I don’t know.
O LORD, thou hast searched me,
and known me.
Psalm 139:1 KJV