Too Wonderful Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Where shall I run
From your presence, O' Lord,
To where shall I flee?
To ascend up to heaven,
Or sleep on this earth,
You're everywhere present with me.

And how shall I hide
My thinking O' Lord,
For thou doest truly know me.
Should I dwell upon love
Or hatred in my thoughts,
Your spirit has already searched me.

You are all seeing, all knowing,
And I am so sinful dear Lord.
You have all wisdom, all might;
Thy knowledge is too wonderful for me…
Thy knowledge is too wonderful for me!

No there's not a place
Of hiding, O Lord,
No rock, no refuge, but Thee!
So search me dear God,
And know my sinful heart,
Reveal my wickedness to me.

To You shall I turn
For cleansing O' Lord,
To You, shall I cling.
I will yield to You my life,
And give to You my soul,
Your grace is all sufficient for me.

You are all loving, all forgiving,
And I am so thankful O' Lord;
You have all mercy, all grace;
Thy knowledge is too wonderful for me…
Thy knowledge is too wonderful for me.

You have cleansed my heart;
You've restored my soul;
And yours, I evermore shall be;
Your knowledge is too wonderful for me…
Your knowledge is too wonderful for me.


© Loyd C. Taylor