warm fuzzy emo psalm 139 moment.
:: vracam se onome sto je bitno/i tamo si Ti, tamo si Ti, Kriste/oprosti sve moje iluzije/jer vazam si Ti, da, samo Ti, Kriste ::
can't hide.
i can't hide from it,
from that,
from this,
from anything.
from God.
:: Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths (Sheol), You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast ::
i'm so confused,
these tuggings and pullings,
relentlessly in my mind, my heart, my life.
distractions, refractions, reflections, white noise and static --
what do i listen to?
where does my help come from?
(podizem oci, prema nebu; odakle pomoc dolazi?)
:: If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," even the darkness will not be like dark to You; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to You. For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. ::
oh so often how i slink into the depths again and again,
seeking the solace of sin and despair,
depression and anxiety, worry and doubt --
all of my old friends greet me as though a day never passed.
even then, in the mire of the earth, am i not hidden from God.
i am reminded constantly of His presence and power,
His grace and forgiveness.
it stings my concience and bruises my ego to crawl into the light,
but even i am fully aware my darkness is not darkness in His sight.
He sees me even when i cannot see Him,
and always has.
:: I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be ::
for this i am thankful, for all i am thankful!
i am saved by grace time and time again,
and witness the works of God whenever i open my eyes;
such has occurred since time began, since my life began,
since i was made in the secret place
-- u tisini, u osami; niceg nema samo Ti --
-- u tisini, nijemom cosu zelim tad, cuti Tvoj glas... zelim Te spoznati --
but these days i have, these days written in Your book, O Lord --
how will i use them?
will i be like the wise servants who invested the talents You gave them?
will i be like the foolish one who did not?
i want to serve, i want to live for You,
but i see so much surrounding me and am distracted.
O God, there's so much need -- yet a need does not mean a call.
i feel tugged so many ways, and yet i only want to hear Your voice.
i want to be called; i feel called, and yet i am unsure.
my thoughts swirl relentlessly in my head,
and never do they seem to rest.
i'm confused, i'm scared, i'm afraid, i'm gone.
:: How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! ::
-- O, kako trebam Te! --
can't hide.
i can't hide from it,
from that,
from this,
from anything.
from God.
:: Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths (Sheol), You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast ::
i'm so confused,
these tuggings and pullings,
relentlessly in my mind, my heart, my life.
distractions, refractions, reflections, white noise and static --
what do i listen to?
where does my help come from?
(podizem oci, prema nebu; odakle pomoc dolazi?)
:: If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," even the darkness will not be like dark to You; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to You. For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. ::
oh so often how i slink into the depths again and again,
seeking the solace of sin and despair,
depression and anxiety, worry and doubt --
all of my old friends greet me as though a day never passed.
even then, in the mire of the earth, am i not hidden from God.
i am reminded constantly of His presence and power,
His grace and forgiveness.
it stings my concience and bruises my ego to crawl into the light,
but even i am fully aware my darkness is not darkness in His sight.
He sees me even when i cannot see Him,
and always has.
:: I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be ::
for this i am thankful, for all i am thankful!
i am saved by grace time and time again,
and witness the works of God whenever i open my eyes;
such has occurred since time began, since my life began,
since i was made in the secret place
-- u tisini, u osami; niceg nema samo Ti --
-- u tisini, nijemom cosu zelim tad, cuti Tvoj glas... zelim Te spoznati --
but these days i have, these days written in Your book, O Lord --
how will i use them?
will i be like the wise servants who invested the talents You gave them?
will i be like the foolish one who did not?
i want to serve, i want to live for You,
but i see so much surrounding me and am distracted.
O God, there's so much need -- yet a need does not mean a call.
i feel tugged so many ways, and yet i only want to hear Your voice.
i want to be called; i feel called, and yet i am unsure.
my thoughts swirl relentlessly in my head,
and never do they seem to rest.
i'm confused, i'm scared, i'm afraid, i'm gone.
:: How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! ::
-- O, kako trebam Te! --