Psalm 139
A spoken word collaboration with Christina Vazquez
Inspired by Psalm 139, these three movements are meant to allalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalal. So take a listen and get ready to dive into the psalm.
I. The Hiding
[My frame was not hidden from thee, when I was being made in secret, intricately wrought in the depths of the earth.] I hide. I hide from the world, from my fears I hide from reality. I shield myself I don’t want to get hurt Knowing my flaws, knowing I am Imperfect This world accentuates the brokenness of my soul and I doubt That someone would find me worthy. Through the pain, the media, the glitz I feel like a blister How can I be loved? My past is a shadow and I can’t seem to shake it off. But you are inescapable. I hide and I dig and my nails coat in dirt I hide in the dirt Dark and cold I am not worthy I am not worthy My voice rattles as I hide. |
II. The Proposal
You enter in. My eyes squint as you approach from the distance. You’re covered in dirt You smell like earth Are you here to mock me? No. Have you come with your stones? No. Isn’t this place too dark for you? No. I turn away. But you follow. The darkness is not dark to thee. Why have you come here I am not worthy No. Don’t come near me I don’t need you No. Do you even know me? Yes. You grab my hand, brushing off the dirt as you pull me up I observe your hand in mine. It’s scarred Battered But somehow, resounding with peace You are peace. I hear Your tender whisper: Will you be mine? |
III. Magnificat (The Light)
You stand there You look at me You know me. You have known me since the beginning. In my deepest wound You have shown your glory and it has dazzled me. I was formed in hiding, but you were there. Molded like clay mud is everywhere but the Hands are sure Made in the depths of the earth, With a spark of the divine. As soft as a flower petal, my soul is exposed to you For the dirt is soft, but the earth is stable My chains you replaced with a wedding band My soul you have made a quiet exclamation of your glory A silent, rich steady life within the depths of me The thought of my existence, swirling about In the mind of The creator of life. I sit here, in silence Before your presence, Here As flesh and blood You illuminate in Your glory. But most of all, I am no longer in hiding I am seen. You are my hiding place. |