Call & Response

The Call: Fading Beauty — Jessica

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
Frédéric Chopin

Response: Someone to Watch Over Her — Cheryl

O Lord, you search me and you know me,
you know my resting and my rising,
you discern my purpose from afar.
You mark when I walk or lie down,
all my ways lie open to you.

If I take the wings of the dawn
and dwell at the sea’s furthest end,
even there your hand would lead me,
your right hand would hold me fast.

For it was you who created my being,
knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I thank you for the wonder of my being,
for the wonders of all your creation.

Already you knew my soul,
my body held no secret from you
when I was being fashioned in secret
and molded in the depths of the earth.

To me, how mysterious your thought,
the sum of them not be be numbered!
If I count them, they are more than the sand;
to finish, I must be eternal, like you.

O search me, God, and know my heart.
O test me and know my thoughts.
See that I follow not the wrong path
and lead me in the path of life eternal.

—Psalm 139: 1-3, 9-10, 13-15, 17-18, 23-24; as published in Magnificat, August 2012