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Lord of my being

You are the Reality that animates all that I am.

Whether I sit, stand, walk or sleep,

whether I speak or am silent,

You know me.

Where could I go away from Your Presence?

You are the Intimacy awaiting me in heaven or hell

on wings of the morning or in depths of the sea.

Darkness is as light to you.

You are the forming and the form of my inward parts.

You knit together strands of clay,

an intricate secret pattern in my mother’s womb, only mine to be.

You know the pages of the book I am, only mine to write.

You see who I am,

the days of my years,

hatreds and harmony,

the deep with-in

you create

with me.