Strange it may sound In a world full of striving “Yes, look at me. I have gained and will be Noticed of men At the top of the ladder. Do what it takes And admirers will see.” Yet there’s a place To discard all pretention Breathe ever freely Released from sin’s thrall. Mountain or forest Or sea coast all glorious Showing God’s grandeur For there, I am small.
Small, and so thankful That He knows my journey. Small, and in wonder That He has my back. Small, there’s a comfort In trusting and leaning Safe from the arrows Of Evil’s attack. But does He fathom My daily dilemmas? But does He know The hurts people will bring? That’s when my eyes turn To Christ ‘neath the Olives Begging for rescue; Of Him will I sing.