Who am I on this tiny rock but an even smaller portion of it. Humbled by the vastness of Your infinite creation. I can not gaze at that starry ceiling sky without awe of You. Each constant light a lantern from distant shores. Filling my heart with hope and wonder. Despite my desperate small existence You still call to me. Loving me in my wretchedness, giving all to pull me from the drowning dark. The grace You give is as unfathomable as that night expanse. You patiently carve away the deadness in me, healing me into something whole, something greater. You hold the universe in balance and still put attention into my being. You offer a fullness of life that does not exist apart from you. I have no choice but to echo back a meager attempt of love. You are all to me.