To see ourselves as God sees us,
Not as giants, as Lords of this land,
But as tiny, treasured figures,
Small enough to fit in his hand.
Not the powerful masters we’d like to assume,
But beloved stewards not here to consume,
To serve and to cherish and so much more,
We’re fragile, and precious, and worth dying for.

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