Resting In Your Hand

 

Where do I find the courage, Lord,
To speak to You at all?
You are the creator of worlds,
while I am weak and small.
 
I have no voice the mountains heed,
The heavens ignore me,
And there are no commands I know
That will calm a wild sea.
 
Yet, every day I lift my voice
And call Your name anew,
Praying that You will hear my heart
As it cries out to You.  
 
Each day, without fail, I hear You,
In words I understand,
Assuring me that I still rest
In the palm of Your hand.
 
Psalm 8:3-4
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?