Climbing jagged, perplexing calamities,
isolated guilt wallows
in regret and grief.
Decelerated into darkness,
Cruising conscious anticipated triumphs,
collective relief basks in
Accelerated in splendor,
Psalm 139:7-10 NKJV
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into Heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me.
And Your right hand shall hold me.