February 2, 2005

 

standing on this little ball

I am thrust into the midst of glory

the heavens surround me

creation overwhelms me

 

and I am small

 

who am I that He should care

what is my name that He calls it

engraving it upon His hand

 

I am small and beneath contempt

 

yet in His eyes I have value

infinitely more than creation

 

I am worth His Son!

 

this little ball that carries me shall pass

these glorious skies shall fade

I, though small, am in His hand

 

I shall live!

 

Published in "News From The Heights."

(Newsletter of Westney Heights Baptist Church)

 

See also: Out In The First Morning