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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!



for publication in "News From The Heights."

(Newsletter of Westney Heights Baptist Church)


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