My Little World
Oh God of the stars, the sun, and the moon, the One who commands the wind and quiets the sea—Your presence fills the vast expanse of creation. Yet what humbles me most is not the enormity of Your reach, but the intimacy of Your nearness. You know the craters of distant planets and the secrets of galaxies untold, as clearly as the lines on Your hand. And still, You see me. You care for my small, imperfect world with a love so vast it defies comprehension.
How can I grasp such wonder? That the One who set the stars in place would be mindful of me? Teach me to marvel at this mystery, to rest in the comfort of being fully known and deeply loved.
My Little World
Oh God of the stars, the sun, and the moon, the One who commands the wind and quiets the sea—Your presence fills the vast expanse of creation. Yet what humbles me most is not the enormity of Your reach, but the intimacy of Your nearness. You know the craters of distant planets and the secrets of galaxies untold, as clearly as the lines on Your hand. And still, You see me. You care for my small, imperfect world with a love so vast it defies comprehension.
How can I grasp such wonder? That the One who set the stars in place would be mindful of me? Teach me to marvel at this mystery, to rest in the comfort of being fully known and deeply loved.