Can You Still Hear Me?

Sometimes I think you can’t hear me,

There is just so much on your plate.

My little problems seem petty,

They surely don’t rank with the great.

But then you wake me up early,

Just in time for a rich sunrise,

And there’s the proof that you hear me

Reflecting itself in my eyes.

Let me not doubt your love for me,

Nor that you have me in your plan,

Just give me your strength and wisdom

And a rich sunrise now and then.