Listen, O you who are beloved of God, listen to a story about the messiah. It is not a well known story, it’s one of the stories only Brother Luke was wise enough to include in the good news. Listen to a story that begins when the Son of God had no name.
O Lord, You have searched me and known me. You know when I lie down and when I awake, You discern my thoughts from far away. Even before a word is on my tongue, O Lord, You know it completely. You surround me, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. How weighty are your thoughts, O God, how vast the sum of them. I try to count them—they are more than the sand, I come to the end—I am still with you.