I am merely a snowflake,
One grain of sand,
A tiny light in vast, velvet space;
Among the billions
I’m nothing special…
Just one in a million.
I’m intricately, intimately known,
My greying hairs are numbered, I am told –
According to the Man who said,
“Your Father knows,
He cares for you,
He counts sparrows!”
While lilies dress themselves like queens
The atoms of creation
Are held together in a Loving Hand;
In life and death
He over rules:
He gives us breath.
It doesn’t mean it all makes sense!
I’m choosing to believe
Behind the scenes this is directed play…
And my one story somehow has a part,
This painful journey
And my battered heart.
When every unique snowflake floats to earth,
When every grain of sand is washed to shore,
The universe ablaze with all its stars –
I’ll be ‘among that number’ in the sky;
Though minuscule, a molecule, a byte,
My song will join with all the others then
And we will see the glory of the Lord
In each and every one and in it all.