Though I am Small

I look to you when I’m afraid,

When I feel very small.
I look to you and call your name.
And you hear every call.
 
Although my voice is tiny, Lord,
When I’m besieged by fear,
I look to you. You hear my cry,
For you are always near.
 
Isaiah 38:14
I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”