You spoke the stars into existence;
You know their number,
and call each by name!
The sun, You made to shine by day,
the moon, by night.
The whole universe You skilfully crafted-
a theatre of your glory and power.
O how great You are!
How small I am!
Proud. Unbelieving. Selfish.
But like a flower,
Blossom. Wither. Fall. Gone.
Such are the days appointed to me.
Yet, like the stars,
You know me by name;
And care for my every need.
The glory of heaven,
You gave up for me.
How wonderful the thought,
That You, who is Lord of creation,
And centre of Heaven’s praise,
Could make a home in this poor heart of mine.
Lord, help my weak, fickle,
Proud, Unbelieving and Selfish heart.
May Your life be repeated in mine.
Dominic Ahiaga-Dagbui © 2013