Our life is but a whisper
in the Lord’s unceasing song;
our time will wither like grass
but the glory of God is undying.
Our mind is merely a birdcage
while the Spirit of God is a lion;
our thoughts are like a net,
unable to trap Him as the wind.
Our view is through a peephole
though the Lord sees it all;
our vision is impaired as by fog,
yet the Lord transcends our mist.
Our heart thumps like the bass drum
while God outclasses the thunder;
our soul is but a shallow pond
while the Lord is deeper than the oceans.
Our sin is worthy of death
but Christ laid death in His grave;
our wickedness merits no mercy
but our Father deems us forgiven.
We are only a vapor
while God is vaster than the skies;
we are less than a dot
in the universe that fits in His palm.