I was traveling home to New Mexico a few weeks back, and as I was sitting back looking out over the beautiful landscape, talking with God…
We are so small, I stand in awe of You.
Staring out of my plane window my feeble eyes
Cannot see anything below except land.
Not Your sparrow, Not a sky scraper and
Yet You Lord, You see me. You know me.
As I look at shadows cast across the plains
Made by clouds-
I think ‘Lord, Lord if we are but your footstool
If this is beneath heaven…’ my tiny mind
cannot begin to comprehend eternity in Your
light! Your power goes on forever this will
all surely pass away and you remain ….
And you have picked me.