A world so small,
a sky so big,
hundreds, thousands, millions of stars,
shining and burning and dancing in the darkness,
a moon staring down at me, whispering,
be still, child;
the Creator that whispered life into the burning stars,
and stretched His hands across the heavens,
The breath you breathe
is as powerful
as the hiding sun
and the soul pulsing through your body,
bears more power than a million galaxies.
The moon and stars are proof of His promise,
that we are beloved,
and we are no small thing.