You Paint The Sky

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have set in place, what is mankind that You are mindful of them, human beings that You care for them?

Psalm 8:3

What am I that You think of me

You created the moon and the stars

Father it amazes me that You care

About my happiness hurt and scars

You are the Creator of everything and yet

You want to be the Creator of my story

You spin the earth at Your fingertips

And still You always go before me

You paint the sky every morning

And give us a new start every day

You care about every detail of my life

And bring me back whenever I stray