When I compare myself to
God, when I consider the
Work of His fingers.
I'm a sputtering match stick
Held up to the sun,
A single drop of water
Engulfed by the ocean,
A tiny pebble dwarfed by a
Majestic mountain.
It's not necessary to grovel at
His feet to be humble.
I simply need to see myself for
Who I really am.
"When I look at the night sky and see
the work of your fingers--the moon and
the stars you have set in place--what are
mortals that you should think of us, mere
humans that you should care for us."
Psalm 8: 3,4