If I take the wings of the morning
and fly to the ends of the earth,
I'll awake with the dawning
to find you still, still with me.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
How can I run from you?
If I ascend to the heavens,
or make my bed in hell,
you are there, you are there as well.
If I use night for my cover,
will I then be alone?
If I say, "Darkness will hide me;
you'll never find me here,"
I will find you are always near.
Dear God, you know all about me;
know when I rise and fall.
You know my heart and my thinking;
you know the ways I try.
Be my guide if I live or die.