Oh God, Sometimes I just don’t understand. You’ve created galaxies, stars, the land and sea. Why did You make me? I am small and plain Compared to the ocean waves. I am quiet and average Compared to others You have made. But then I remember– Every grain of sand, Every drop of water, Every blade of grass, Every ray of light. On their own we look them over; We pass them by. But you don’t, oh God. You don’t pass us by. You don’t miss anything, And you don’t make mistakes. Now I am cradled here In Your perfect love. As You call me by name Out into Your perfect…