Tuesday, April 01, 2008

A Grain Of Sand

I am as a grain of sand
In the Master's mighty hand,
But tiny as that grain might be
He never loses sight of me.

In the wind the sand may blow
Or waters wash it to and fro.
But even as a tiny lamb
The Master knows right where I am

He is great... I am so small,
And yet He hears me whan I call.
The Master cares for "grains of sand",
And they are covered by His hand.

"How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand..."
Psalm 139:17-18 KJV

© 2008 Arlene Schwartzkopf