man SO small, SO small IS man.
GOD SO BIG, SO BIG IS GOD!

Within the face of time, I am less than a tick of a second hand.
Here today and gone tomorrow, "but a vapor was he."
But there is One, in whom, significance knows no clock.
Eternal, the same today as he was yesterday and will be tomorrow.

So why is this One no respecter of this fact and
Why should He regard me highly?
The One whose voice and breath and wildest thoughts,
created all that is and will be, from void.
Surely He is not blind nor (has He) forgotten that I (am) dust.
For His hands formed me and the waters of His mouth hold me together.

I'm unworthy and reproachable, yet His value of me exceeds grandeur.
What reveals this truth?
The price that was paid.
His very life!

So what can spittle and dust do to repay such a price?
Would my life and strength bound in service support this cost?
Not if I (were) to expend my effort for all eternity.

And though my yielded heart and affections would bring Him joy,
the debt amassed could never be reimbursed.
These thoughts collapse my once inflated arrogance,
the notion that my (exertion) could ever gain me entrance to His courts.

    So what you ask is the answer?
    A child am I.
    HIS child in eye.
    Regards me why?
    HIS child am I!

Copyright © 1996 John Enslow