So Much Of Me () - The Waiting

At the foot of the ocean

I’m hearing winds whisper and waves shout

The storm of the morning is clearing, the tide is running out

I’m feeling obviously small

A little of this sand is all I am

A bit of dust blown from Your hand You made the wind

You made the sea

Why do You make so much of me?

You made the stars and every creature that breathes

Why do You make so much of me?

In the heart of the evening I’m counting the stars set in the sky

Getting lost at a hundred or fifty or so I’m thinking

I can only hide in some hole I carve in the earth

What am I worth? I’m just a speck, a candle in Your universe

And here I stand A bit of dust from Your big hand

What am I worth? A candle in Your universe