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