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.

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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
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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.